[ And so here Magilou lies, sat down gently on the sofa. Instead of twisting and writhing dramatically as she normally would, she lies stock still on Maya's couch, her expression flickering between apathy and well-hidden gratitude. ]

It's just the head, I think. Not much chance of me bleeding all over your couch, on the plus side.

[ This is the closest to coherent she gets, anyway. ]

Good thing there's a maiden fair of heart and a dashing knight to bring me to the infirmary!