“What happened?” Henri is already standing beside her, staring at the shards of glass scattered across the floor.

Realizing there's no way to escape now, Eloá stops. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to contain her frustration before answering.

“Nothing… I just accidentally tripped.”

“Don't move,” he warns seriously. “You could cut yourself. I'll get a broom and a dustpan. Stay here.”

She wants to tell him it's not necessary, that he can leave it alone, but before she can open her mouth,