“Stop speaking,”
Fiona gasps in reply, “That'd be a good start.”
“Maybe if you sat
down,” a new voice, or voices, says to her. These are definitely
female, she thinks. She's sure that the figure before her has been
joined by a second, shorter, curvier companion. “It may help you
get your bearings,” the voice(s) continue, “Here.”
Fiona feels hands on
her arm and at her back, gently moving her to one side and backwards,
until she feels an edge pushing at the backs of her knees. The hands
guide her firmly, steadily supporting her while her rear finds a
solid resting place.
“Now breath deep,”
the female voices say, “And accept our deepest apologies. It was
not our intention to cause you such distress.”
“No?” Fiona gasps
in reply, “Well what was your intention?”
