After a long time she was able to look at mirrors again.
For months after the disaster, she woke crying in the night from claustrophobic dreams. She had always been flighty; now she was nervous, flinching at shadows, at certain bars of music. She could not rest in a room lit only by candles. Her nightmares were so full of sound -- splash of water, low hum of viola, soprano scream, crash of glass -- that, waking, any unexpected noise sent her into hysterics.
It was over a year before she saw her reflection again. Skin like parchment, hollow eyes -- Meg wept.