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[littlemaid]

{Is sitting happily sewing, not really paying attention as she looks around. That's until she pricks her finger of course, her eyes instantly tearing up as she looks down at the blood starting to show} Ouch.

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[whatalittlebrat]

(Arthur has never met a girl this small who can sew. It's just weird. Here, he'll hold out a bandaid.)

[littlemaid]

{She looks at it all O_O} What's that?

[whatalittlebrat]

It's a plaster. (He unwraps it and waves it around. Look Gwen. Bandages. Made of plasticy-rubber stuff...)

[littlemaid]

A...what?