Barbara's Concern

"I heard you fell during practice."

It was not a new sight when Moreau had to deal with her mother bursting into the room without warning. Barbara was already towering over her, a sour look on her face as she dropped her attention to the ankle lying on the bed. It made her nervous to say anything, so she just nodded and then got a rude snort from the woman.

"Good. If your leg is injured like that, what about your tournament? How are you going to practice under these circumstances?"

Instead of asking about the rest of the situation. Moreau had to hold her breath at Barbara's question. She slowly shifted as the woman took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Why not be careful?"

This time, at least Barbara's voice sounded quieter. Moreau looked at the woman briefly, though she could hardly find any reaction of concern, other than her mother's desire to really express anger, but also desperately held back, as if implied by the part that Barbara did not want to