Whatever concern that Sanji feels is easily smoothed away by the combination of her smile, the reassurance that she’s really okay, and a quick visual inspection that suggests nothing’s amiss. Not that it’s any guarantee, but well, it was just a sneeze. Surely nothing harmful could have caused that.
“It brings me much delight to hear so.” The words feel awkward on his tongue— he’s not an actor, no matter how expressive he tends to be— but the grin on his face is genuine enough, as is the little bow that he gives her. “Disturbance? No, no, I was passing through this, uh, fine forest anyway.”
The downside to being as used to the House’s antics as he is— and resigned to where they inevitably lead— is that he hasn’t actually paid that much attention to what they’re supposed to be doing. Something about a journey to face a dragon? But it’s a little more fun than he’d care to admit, playing pretend like this, so he’s about to lean into it more when she careens into him.
Sanji’s normally practiced enough that even her crashing into him wouldn’t throw him off-balance, but the sword at his hip, the chain mail covering his torso, and the cloak flowing down his back are just enough to send him stumbling. Chivalric instinct takes over, both arms wrapping around protectively, and as he trips, too, falling, he twists in such a way that his shoulder takes the brunt of the impact, crashing into the grass and soft soil.
”Shit—“ cursing softly, he barely notices the painful twinge in his shoulder. “Apologies, madame, I didn’t—“
Unfortunately, they landed in such a way that when Sanji lifts his head to look down at her, he gets a deep whiff of Snuggleblossom pollen himself, leaving him sneezing loudly while still holding on to her.
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“It brings me much delight to hear so.” The words feel awkward on his tongue— he’s not an actor, no matter how expressive he tends to be— but the grin on his face is genuine enough, as is the little bow that he gives her. “Disturbance? No, no, I was passing through this, uh, fine forest anyway.”
The downside to being as used to the House’s antics as he is— and resigned to where they inevitably lead— is that he hasn’t actually paid that much attention to what they’re supposed to be doing. Something about a journey to face a dragon? But it’s a little more fun than he’d care to admit, playing pretend like this, so he’s about to lean into it more when she careens into him.
Sanji’s normally practiced enough that even her crashing into him wouldn’t throw him off-balance, but the sword at his hip, the chain mail covering his torso, and the cloak flowing down his back are just enough to send him stumbling. Chivalric instinct takes over, both arms wrapping around protectively, and as he trips, too, falling, he twists in such a way that his shoulder takes the brunt of the impact, crashing into the grass and soft soil.
”Shit—“ cursing softly, he barely notices the painful twinge in his shoulder. “Apologies, madame, I didn’t—“
Unfortunately, they landed in such a way that when Sanji lifts his head to look down at her, he gets a deep whiff of Snuggleblossom pollen himself, leaving him sneezing loudly while still holding on to her.