At the rejection of her grip on his collar, she huffed and flopped limp into the ground, breathing heavier than usual but not appearing under duress by the scuffle. Rolling up into a seated position, Pap giggled and ran a hand through her hair, satisified with the spar. As he began to brush himself down, Pap shot him finger guns along with a cheeky grin. "You got it Mister Silversmith-" puffing her cheeks she examined herself for anything that might have looked like a fresh bruise before deciding that there wasn't much to speak of - she was no stranger to injury and enjoyed rather "thick skin" as it were - she certainly was no peach, and it'd take more than a "friendly fight" to mark her. "Yeah - that uh, Trials business, yeah! I'll see you around, Mister Silversmith - you take care." Waving she hopped spryly to her feet, patting herself down as she attempted to remember what it was she'd set out for in the first place. Her stomach growled, a hand raising to give it a few soothing pats as her memory came to her suddenly. Right, food time.
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