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[center][color=00a651][h1]Lochila Laufeysdottir[/h1][/color]
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The boldness of green within Lochila's eyes faded back to its normal state of dimness, once the goddess felt satisfied that Torunn was able to calm down. She quietly sighed in relief, closing her eyes for a moment, just as the blonde girl left her grasp, and departed to the bathroom. Relieved that she was following her suggestions, Lochila had to think to all of the times she had to use her hypnotizing spell upon her. Lochila had the upper advantage since Toruun would always look up and make eye contact with her, like every child would towards their parents. But the benefit of doing such an action was to prevent the blonde from knowing the real truth, having to ease the young woman during every moment that might contradict to her true heritage, and replace that feeling with a "suggestion". 

That much thought had Lochila look around at the glass-induced mess, before using her telekinetic energy to levitate every single piece in the penthouse, and bring them into the recycling bin in the kitchen. Just as the pieces landed in the bin, new bulbs flew out a box, and replaced the old ones in the sockets, hanging in the ceiling. The last one went into place, shortly before Torunn came back out...where the lights shortly rebooted. If anybody knew Lochila personally, it was that the woman liked things to be tidy and clean, like any other wealthy woman. But, to the goddess, it was out of preference, as well as for the conditions of living to be suitable for a child to live in. Except that pained yelp made her quickly turn her attention towards the couch, where the blonde had apparently sat in. 

She must have missed a piece, which was quite evident, since Torunn was sitting there in pain, holding her foot. Walking towards the girl, Lochila sat next to her. [color=00a651]"I've must have missed one. Are you alright?"[/color], she asked, once again, concerned. It was quite obvious that she wasn't, since the black-haired woman was looking at small pieces of glass creating wounds on the appendage. Quickly, Lochila stood up, and raced to a cabinet, where she kept a first-aid kit. Settling back next to Torunn at the couch, she tenderly took her foot, while taking up some tweezers and, very carefully, removed the pieces, giving the girl apologetic glances, every time she would wince. She even went as far as to remove her hand from the blonde's foot, and place it on top of hers, before getting back to the task at hand.