Truth be told, Charley was a bit disappointed in herself. Rolling off the injured side didn't hurt nearly as bad as she thought it would. After a solid clench of her teeth and blowing out her breathe, the urchin rolled halfway over with nary more than a little whimper. For all her dramatic warnings and theatrical learnings, she thought that could have garnered her a frightened look of sympathy in the eyes of the statuesque woman.

It would have felt better than the subtle shifts in the healer's porcelain face that she got instead.

"Shoulda told the roof 'bout safety or summat," Charley muttered sourly as the woman gave her side a thorough patdown. She could have doubled for a package of meat just then, or a nice juicy melon, showing off her firm spots to convince a crafty shopper to take her home. Once or twice she nearly giggled as fingers pressed at a spot that felt more ticklish than sore, enough to crack a grin on the urchin's face. One that only narrowed a little when the healer pressed her hand into the tender spot on her side. She sucked in a short breath, surprising herself that the pain was tolerable now that the rest of her wasn't sitting on top of it. "Oof, ya found it, right there."

The urchin didn't often find herself so incapacitated, and it felt a bit silly to be lying out here with a statue leaning over her. Acacia, really, when the porcelain woman gave her name. Darlington, too, which meant, "Dontcha got that big manor house way out there, Miss Darlington? Thought yer sort didn't touch stret muck like me."

She might have newer clothes this summer, that fit without holes or hemlines now, but Charley was sure they already looked shabby enough compared to the finery of Acacia's wardrobe. Not to mention the healthy layer of dust the rooftop's debris had gifted to her, giving her a real chance to blend in with the town's ghosts. Street muck still felt right, and the urchin didn't deny it either. She flashed her grin wide, still white between her lips, to show her appreciation anyway. "I en't complainin', mind. Reckon I musta earned up some good karma lately to fall right when you'd be happenin' along."

Talking so much under Acacia's delicate fingers, Charley was almost starting to forget why she'd landed in her path to begin with. The dull throb that occupied her side still made its presence known, but more like some sort waving a sign her way instead of nearly knocking down her door. It was a good sign in her book. "Name's Charley, by the way. I'm nobody 'round these parts, so just Charley'll do."

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