She wasn't alright, but it wasn't her neck that bothered her. She watched as the nobleman crossed the library and felt bad, wanting to follow after him. She didn't, and then the woman who had put the book away was back by her and asking questions. "Oh, it doesn't even hurt," she said absently, her eyes still watching the man. "Please don't worry about it. I've been through worse." Then she finally turned her gaze toward Nesah and she blinked, "A doctor isn't necessary. I appreciate your concern though." She lifted a hand to her neck, felt the raised skin and winced a little, not at it hurting but at the fact that the welt was even there.

"I should have been more careful than to step on someone's gown."