[With a basket of laundry balanced against her hip, Morgana isn't paying much attention to the world around her. Cleaning clothes is a dull task, even if this is easier than anything her servants must have dealt with. She sets it down on top of a washer, is seconds from turning on the water and drowning out barely audible pleas completely when she hears the thumping.
She frowns at the machine, and might have put it off to ridiculous modern machinery - but the dryer isn't even on, and that gives her pause. Reaching out, she pulls the door down, and stares wide eyed at Anya.]
My god, [she breathes, and grabs for the girl's closest arm, easing her out.] What happened?
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She frowns at the machine, and might have put it off to ridiculous modern machinery - but the dryer isn't even on, and that gives her pause. Reaching out, she pulls the door down, and stares wide eyed at Anya.]
My god, [she breathes, and grabs for the girl's closest arm, easing her out.] What happened?