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[arranges]

[It's been a very long morning.

A shelf had collapsed in the kitchen, one of the newer servants had left a hallway slick and dangerous after using far too much water to scrub the floor, and she still has to take the laundry downstairs. She was late to help Morgana dress two minutes ago.

So she's rushing as she turns the corner, walking too fast with a stack of laundry too high to see properly. It's really a recipe for running into someone.

Frustrated and flustered, she immediately crouches to gather up the laundry without registering who exactly it was she collided with.]

Sorry, sorry, excuse me.

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[excalibured]

[He...Honestly can't say that's ever happened to him before. While he's gotten used to thinking of most servants like tapestry, part of the scenery of the castle, they don't think of him the same way. Viewing them as a background just makes it easier to know they're hyper aware of his every move. Sometimes they hover just out of reach, in case he wants something.

Being collided with in battle to avoid a hit, or just in the heat of things is something else entirely. So it's with a little surprise, and a little bit of amusement that he just tries to brush it off.

And do something he wouldn't normally, which is to bend down to help, though he's making a rather sloppy job of it]

Of course.