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Continued from here @reacherofstars

Clea doesn't bother hiding the roll of her eyes, nor the scoff that leaves her lips. She cannot blame Alicia for being daring—as Verso has displayed such habits even as an adult, and it's no doubt rubbed off on their youngest.

"I'm sure he intended for you to knock over all their supplies and almost ruin his latest commission." Clea lowers her gaze to look over the scrape, finding that more important than all the art supplies strewn about. Clea's hands are gentle as she inspects the surrounding skin. "A little more grace wouldn't hurt you. Now there's a mess you'll have to clean. Ideally before Papa returns." 

Clea shifts a hand towards Alicia in quiet offering. "Can you stand, at least?" And she speaks with a touch more of a gentler tone. She doesn't quite like it when her siblings do stupid things and get hurt. Their pain isn't something to be amused by.

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i was trying to sound responsible and mature and parental. // for simon/psimon ! - @cleamaesta | The Stranger

Hearing such a statement is not unexpected from Clea. He's watched how she's performed under pressure and maintains herself. And though he's had the pleasure of horsing around with her, Verso and Alicia many times, he can only really imagine what it must be like to hold the responsibilities of an heir alongside managing the chaos that is siblings. Humans are an unpredictable force by nature, without factoring the mischief those two come up with on the regular.

"Very mature and parental. Perhaps others will take inspiration and apply themselves accordingly." Simon nods solemnly, his face very serious before it relaxes to a more amused smile. "I appreciate the concern, truly. This wasn't my first time scaling a tree, however." He dusts the sun hat Clea had been wearing of leaves and loose twigs. With how Lumiere's streets were made, he isn't all that surprised that the hat was knocked free by the wind and sent flying into a lone tree. He offers it back to her. "Maybe the first time in such noble attire. At least you don't need to write this off for a future purchase or tailoring request."

And it's best not to think how upset her father might've been, allowing them to roam for once without stiff rules and supervision, only for him to get injured over something so minor. "I don't risk myself unnecessarily. Nor is it done to get a rise out of you. Your heart is fine now, I take it?" Simon offers his arm to continue the walk, downplaying the slight twinge in his feet from the landing. He prefers her not to worry, nor feel responsible over his health.