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"And how did you manage to do that?"
The woman raised a brow towards her youngest, nodding at the wound on his arm. It looked painful, but not too serious. He'd had worse, she could remember. This was merely a scratch in comparison.
"You weren't in a fight, were you?"
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“I see you’re no longer dangling from a tree...”
“Why is it always small ones that need our help?”
"Dance with me?"
The only consolation to being pulled onto the dance floor by an over eager prince was a mental reminder that if she had been in her armor he wouldn’t have been able to do it. So she kept quiet and danced with the prince, doing her best to keep from bumping into others as she tried to learn the steps to this dwarven dance on the fly. “Having fun your highness?” She asked as they danced around another couple
