[ By now, she's gotten pretty tired of Hank's self-pity and repeated demonstrations of flagrant disrespect - for her, for himself, for whatever happens to be nearby. Her discipline is twice-over, after all: first, as a princess who understood that duty mattered more than all else; and then as a soldier in a line, one of many, a single cog in a much larger mechanism. With such a wildly different point of view, she's left wondering why - how - one man can be so miserable - such a hindrance.
Her anger is misplaced. Simmering, in need of an outlet. Later, she'll be apologetic. Boorish behaviour is unbecoming, after all.
Right now, though, she's thinking nothing of it. Reaching down, she utilises a surprising amount of strength to grab Hank's collar and yank him to his feet. He's, like, a foot taller than a person should be, so the last few seconds aren't quite seamless. ]
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Her anger is misplaced. Simmering, in need of an outlet. Later, she'll be apologetic. Boorish behaviour is unbecoming, after all.
Right now, though, she's thinking nothing of it. Reaching down, she utilises a surprising amount of strength to grab Hank's collar and yank him to his feet. He's, like, a foot taller than a person should be, so the last few seconds aren't quite seamless. ]
- on your feet.