[ alright, alright, the poor guy's been a good enough sport, camilla supposes she can throw him a bone. she would feel bad if his leg got dislocated or something along the way of this caravan's journey. with a bemused giggle, camilla finally stops being a horrible human being, and grabs onto the poor schmuck's hand. ]

Finally. What a good boy you are. Though I may resent the implication that a princess of Nohr is opposed to having blood of the insolent crust her fineries, I suppose I'll let it be this time.

[ camilla is confident in her strength, she can swing big cumbersome axes around like they're rag dolls after all, and on top of that, she was expecting the magic nonsense keeping python captive would be unyielding. ]

I hope you're ready for me.

[ one, two, three-- she yanks as hard as she can, and of course once she does the stupid magic thing lets python go, so hopefully it doesn't hurt too badly!!! ]