[ camilla is much more elegant in keeping herself upright, but only because she was thankfully released in time-- not that she would have been particularly bothered or cared that much if python accidentally ended up getting a faceful of boob in the crossfire. it happens, it's just part of the "package".

yanking the poor fool out of his wagon-y trap wasn't as difficult or straining as she thought it would be, but that doesn't stop her from huffing and tossing her hair back over her shoulder, just to be a little dramatic. ]

There is no need to thank me, my dear and loyal subject. What a terrible noblewoman I would be if I were to shirk my civic duty, after all.

[ now, back to her usual soft but smarmy smiling. ]

If you promise to simply call me Camilla-- no need for formalities and titles, I promise to avoid letting you bleed anywhere near me. How does that sound?