[Ms. Gorecki doesn't have any color to her to begin with, so she can't pale at the sight of another of the same son...but her skin can turn a horrible ashen grey, eyes widening impossibly big. she presses herself against her bed in confusion and terror, eyes darting between Algric and Martin.
the latter of whom is cradling his head and trying, weakly, to insist that he's fine, it's fine - it's not true. his ears are ringing a bit, and for how weak she's supposed to be, the force of the impact was enough to disorient him and make him slightly dizzy.
their mother's voice comes out in a breathless hiss:]
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the latter of whom is cradling his head and trying, weakly, to insist that he's fine, it's fine - it's not true. his ears are ringing a bit, and for how weak she's supposed to be, the force of the impact was enough to disorient him and make him slightly dizzy.
their mother's voice comes out in a breathless hiss:]
"What are you?!"