Much though she tries to avoid it, sometimes she can't stop the falling. There'll be a groove one of the crutches gets caught on, or she'll misjudge the distance, or her limbs will simply be too wearied to hold her up any longer. It doesn't happen often, but it still happens, and when it does she's grateful she was never a blusher, or she'd never be able to hide her shame.
Offers of aid are waved away until eventually most learn not to even ask. After a few moments she'll always get up again anyways, head held high despite the somewhat-too-brightness of her eyes.
But there's always one scarred hand that makes an appearance, usually when she falls in the Clubs Castle, and when she looks up into the calm, big, remarkably blue eyes of its owner, she can't help but accept it.
And as he carefully helps her back to her feet again, she can almost pretend nothing's changed.
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Much though she tries to avoid it, sometimes she can't stop the falling. There'll be a groove one of the crutches gets caught on, or she'll misjudge the distance, or her limbs will simply be too wearied to hold her up any longer. It doesn't happen often, but it still happens, and when it does she's grateful she was never a blusher, or she'd never be able to hide her shame.
Offers of aid are waved away until eventually most learn not to even ask. After a few moments she'll always get up again anyways, head held high despite the somewhat-too-brightness of her eyes.
But there's always one scarred hand that makes an appearance, usually when she falls in the Clubs Castle, and when she looks up into the calm, big, remarkably blue eyes of its owner, she can't help but accept it.
And as he carefully helps her back to her feet again, she can almost pretend nothing's changed.