Manon had no words to describe how much she hated having to receive help. It's true that she learned that receiving help isn't exactly a weakness, but she still had her reservations and felt horrible when she had to be the one being helped instead of being the one offering help.

And that's why when she got hurt after falling off Abraxos's back after getting distracted by a bird flying towards him, Manon tried to hide the purple bruise that formed near her rib and the scratch on her arm and face.

It is obvious that Manon was not successful.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, resting her hand on the aching bruise and cursing herself for getting distracted by a stupid bird, she found you sitting on the bed looking at her with an arched eyebrow and arms crossed. It's obvious that you heard her cursing the fall through the bond. Damn hour that Manon fell in love with you, a fae.

I'm fine, don't worry. It was just a fall, nothing serious. Manon says, adjusting her posture and making a dismissive gesture as she walks to the other side of the bed.