"It's— it's not your fault, Eleanor, it couldn't be, I— but why my— my eye, how is that— my death can't have been that expensive! R-Right? I don't—"

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Don't throw or squish Eleanor. With these efforts, Ruby somehow manages to embody careful and frantic at once as she reaches up to touch the changed side of her face.

"Oh, Gods. Everyone is going to freak out and—"