Ugh. Yes. Him. Okay. It's fine. He's seen worse than this, it's fine. She straightens herself, tries to unmuss her hair from the fall, and attempts to muster the usual haughty tone.]
I'm fine. Just a little pest control.
[The plush bird drifts in front of her face. She irritably bats it aside, takes three steps, and feels one knee buckle under her, nearly falling over again. She manages to catch herself- with some obvious effort and an undignified grunt of frustration.]
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Ugh. Yes. Him. Okay. It's fine. He's seen worse than this, it's fine. She straightens herself, tries to unmuss her hair from the fall, and attempts to muster the usual haughty tone.]
I'm fine. Just a little pest control.
[The plush bird drifts in front of her face. She irritably bats it aside, takes three steps, and feels one knee buckle under her, nearly falling over again. She manages to catch herself- with some obvious effort and an undignified grunt of frustration.]