If you're attempting to bring some clarity, I'm afraid you've only succeeded in muddying the waters.

[ Ursula coils her few books under one of her tentacles and seems to give up then, moving to join him at the table. ]

What happened, Virgil? Were you hurt?

[ She queries, her tone surprisingly maternal. As if he'd come in with a fat lip and she was getting ready the pack of frozen peas. ]