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[blue_motormouth]

[She's starting to wonder if she insulted a great fairy somewhere along the line. It seemed like an impossible thing to do considering their cheerful disposition, but then again, her predicament is pretty impossible too. At least she has clothes this time.]

[Cresting a grassy knoll in the field, a young girl with light blue curls stumbles, falling

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[blue_motormouth]

[She distantly registers the faint whiz of an arrow and a gust of cold air, but damned if she's stopping to look. It isn't until she has made the overhang and scrambled up into the tiniest spot in the back that her mind begins to process again. When she has finished tucking up in a ball and burying her head in her knees it finally catches up with the situation.]

I-I'm always okay!

[The words come out a little shaky, even for her voiceless speech. Her lungs won't stop heaving, she had no idea breathing hurt this much. She sneaks a dirty hand behind her knees and rubs her cheek, leaving a smudge over the blue freckles. She's fine, she just wants to sit here for a minute, is all. Yeah.]

[blue_motormouth]

[Automatically:] What?

[But only one person says her name like that, even with a Hyrule full of heroes. Her head lifts, two glowing blue eyes peeking out above her pants and then she's unfolding herself, crawling out from her makeshift hideaway.]

[She'll get to talking or explaining or denying or assuring in a second, right now her face has a meeting with a tunic, and if her arms have anything to do with it she's not coming out.]