She hits the ground with a sickening crunch, wings splayed out around her. They're charred and bent at strange angles, completely unusable. They flutter once, helplessly, before falling still.
Esme falls off the bed in a tangle of wings, dress and hair. She lifts up her skirts a little and pulls out a knife that she keeps in a holder on her thigh.
Esme: S-STAY BACK! She holds the knife out at him, hands trembling a little
