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“Do try to breathe more calmly, darling,” coos Delphinium. “At this rate, you’ll puncture a lung before I’ve even finished mopping up this blood, and then where shall we be?”

“No need to be so dramatic.” Dexie takes a deep grimacing breath, lets it out with satisfaction. “My chest – all still moves – in the same direction – when I breathe, so it can’t be – that bad.”

“The cuts and bruises ought to heal quickly, but how do you propose to explain to your sister why you can’t lift anything for the next month?”

“Repetitive injury,” offers Dexie. “Played too much golf.”