As soon as she'd been given permission, Ciri sprinted towards her room. She honestly did not remember at the moment that he'd promised her she'd be cleaning the bathroom afterwards. She wasn't - this time anyway - trying to get out of a chore. She didn't exactly have the presence of mind to remember it.
When she'd gotten to her room, she closed the door and quickly used the full-length mirror which was there too, to inspect the damage. She sobbed as she saw her butt was a "nice" clear shade of pink, and then laid down on her stomach on her bed and hid her face in the pillow. Right now all she wanted to do was hide from the world. She couldn't shake the feeling that a reset had taken place, though, and while she tried to resent him for having done this to her, it wasn't in her. She couldn't. Of course she wasn't happy about what had just happened! That much went without saying. But...when she thought of him, she didn't feel resentment. Sadness that she'd forgotten something very basic like cleaning up after herself, was at the forefront of her mind. And hoping that he didn't resent her for disregarded his instructions, was the overarching feeling. She very slowly came completely back to her own senses over the course of the next 15 minutes. The sting in her rear was of course still there, but she had stopped crying completely, then wiped her tears out of her eyes, taking a deep breath before she got off the bed.
She didn't do so, however, without a surprised yelp as she slid her legs over the edge and briefly sat on the bed, wincing as her sore bottom came into contact with the mattress. She quicky jumped up, red in the face, and headed for the door before she hesitated.
Had she known the expression, she would have thought that this would be a Schrödinger-like situation: She both wanted to go face him, and didn't. She wanted to find out if he was still angry with her, and she was too embarrrassed to look him in the eyes. That paradox was battling itself out in her mind for more than a few minutes before she was brought back to reality by a frustrated yell from the living room, and she jumped a little.
That settled it. She needed to face him. He was all she had in this world - it wouldn't do for him to stay angry with her, the way that scream had shown he still was.
Taking a deep breath, her heart racing, Cirilla opened the door and headed downstairs slowly and - albeit unintentionally - silently. When she gets to the living room she sees that one of these "Movies" is playing on the moving images-box, and she looked at the floor.
"I.....I'm sorry", she said quietly. "I'm sorry that...that I forgot. And...and that you're still upset. If...if I can change your mind, let me know", she began, and then elaborated "I...I heard you just now", she said "I...I guess I'd be frustrated too if someone had forgotten that...", she tried to place herself in his shoes. "I...I just hope you don't resent me now", she finished. She wasn't crying or anything, but it was very clear she was still outside her comfort zone.
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