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[you mean, apart from the part of herself that wants to simply expire on the spot? she's there, just wincing at the fact that there's definitely going to be a bruise later, she knows the feeling well. no true damage - dirt on her dress can be washed, and the little scrapes on her hands from half catching herself will heal with a bit of time, and her ankle isn't sprained, thankfully. just shattered dignity, all across the pavement, as she tries to figure out how to sit up.]

Miss Aerith, I'm so sorry about that...

[sorry you had to witness it. be involved in it. watch this trainwreck.]