"Knocked it down?" Pearl's hand flew to her mouth, surprise widening her eyes to saucers, "Really, Mr. Nick? You broke it right off the hinges?"
Settling slow into the armchair, Phoenix muttered, "Err, knocked it open, at least."
Pearl smiled, small and conniving in a way only Feys could manage. "You must have been very worried about Mystic Maya!"
Not as worried as right now -- keeping the stiffness out of his movement took care, constant attention while Maya and Pearl were near. And if they ever saw the ugly purple his shoulder had turned ...
Phoenix smiled wry. "I guess I was."