Anne collapses to her knees rather abruptly, and then down completely with a hiss of pain at the force rendered on her injury, especially when both hands try to catch herself against the grass. She'll slap away any offer of his should he try, though, instead taking a moment to nurse her left arm against her chest and attempt to ignore the throbbing pain in her leg. If stitches the stitches, it's not her fault, anyway. She just wanted to pick flowers...
"But you did. You left so grandly."
Sitting before him, it's actually more effort to slap him now, so she doesn't make the effort to strain forward. Tired. "For you witnessed the woman behind the queen, her body and mind."
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"But you did. You left so grandly."
Sitting before him, it's actually more effort to slap him now, so she doesn't make the effort to strain forward. Tired. "For you witnessed the woman behind the queen, her body and mind."