That's enough to fix her mood, a smile returning to the princess's slightly bruised countenance.
“If you say I have improved, then.. I am happy to continue!” And with that, her gown falls back to the ground, Peach leaning forward into her battle-ready stance.
There she goes, getting swept up in the moment again..
“O-Oh, I suppose..” Whines the blonde, dusting the apron of her gown as she stood. It's.. all she can do, considering the scuffs and tears that litter the fabric, but, well, Peach was never one to complain.
Lucario would find himself blown back as well, but quick reflexes allowed him to fall onto a three point landing. After catching his breath, he’d make his way over to his disciple.
(“Can you stand?”) He asked, checking for any obvious injuries.
@Aura_and_Soul@MotleySmash — the cloth in medicinal green tea. One second, two seconds.. until the token of the princess finds itself dripping with the treatment.
With a deep inhale, she wrang it, the droplets taking with it the scalding heat of the tea before, finally, Peach puts it atop the burn.
@Aura_and_Soul@MotleySmash — The princess instructs, her voice a forced monotone as to hide the worry brewing beneath.
Finally, the platter takes its post upon the mahogany nightstand. Her hands work quickly, sweeping up the handkerchief and the tea kettle in one motion. Down went the bason, drowning —
@HyliaGraces — dare slip away.
“For your people, for yourself.. please, do not fret.” She'd plead then, a soft smile breaking through that iron facade. “.. Smile, if just for a moment. Dear Peachy's here for you, with all that you may need.”
@HyliaGraces — find a way.”
The monarch speaks with assurance, lips of an angel pursed into the straightest line. While her countenance is one of stoicism, her hands move in acts of kindness, traveling the curvature of the Hyrulian's face to press a comforting thumb against the tears that —