The look on Sisse’s face was one of complete shock. How had he come to the conclusion that she thought he wasn’t good at cleaning. She squared her shoulders ready for more berating from the creature but it seemed Woopy - after all that was the name he was yelling, wasn't it? - had a change of heart.

An apology was not what she expected, although she still didn’t like being insulted, she felt as if the elf weren’t quite as mean as he had been only a moment before.

She didn’t dare offer to help him again and instead stood there bewildered for a moment before she noticed that he had grabbed his arm and even Sisse could see the nail marks embedded in his flabby gray skin. “Oh no! You’re hurting yourself.” Genuine concern layered her tone as she took a voluntary step forward. She had never liked people being in pain and certainly wasn’t sure what to do with them beyond take them to the Hospital Wing but at least she could offer that since he was, after all, cleaning up her mess.