[ sonia's barrayaran enough to have a tolerance for maple mead, even if she prefers wine, but she doesn't drink too much. it always pains her armsman bodyguard when he has to keep track of a drunk princess, and she thinks that maybe she ought to cut him a break. that doesn't stop her from being perfectly social, though. god, until the outsiders popped up, she mostly hasn't had anyone but all these soldiers and her sister for company.
she's tipsy and teetering by when lakshmi politely requests her help. sonia wonders if anyone's told this woman she's a princess, and fervently hopes not. people always get with the bowing and scraping, and it's no fun after a while. ]
Oh -- certainly! [ sonia's expression is just slightly glazed, but the smile is genuine, and while she's no soldier, she's tall enough that she should be able to help leverage lakshmi to her feet. ] Oh -- what happened to your leg?
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she's tipsy and teetering by when lakshmi politely requests her help. sonia wonders if anyone's told this woman she's a princess, and fervently hopes not. people always get with the bowing and scraping, and it's no fun after a while. ]
Oh -- certainly! [ sonia's expression is just slightly glazed, but the smile is genuine, and while she's no soldier, she's tall enough that she should be able to help leverage lakshmi to her feet. ] Oh -- what happened to your leg?