Melissa walked in, shutting the door behind her.  Her head was downcast, with her hands folded together in front of her.  Trying to figure out what the right words would be just didn't seem to be working, so she was just going to try to wing it.  Somehow she always fell for that stupid trick, even though it never seemed to work.<br/><br/>"Miyu..." she said gently, walking further inside.  "When I saw your leg trapped and couldn't lift it, I panicked.  I just ran and tried to get help.  I didn't really realize that people would get upset, or give you a hard time about it, or even bolt the whole bookcase to the wall so that it would never fall over again."  She plopped down on the foot of the bed, staring at the floor.  "I don't think you're clumsy or anything, and I guess I should have just figured out how to lift it on my own, rather than embarrassing you."<br/><br/>It didn't feel elaborate or well-explained or anything, but it was just going to have to do.  She finally looked up towards Miyu.  "I'm sorry.  Forgive me?"