[Emmeryn's reaction dawns slowly, but Lucina's flustered state manages to bring about a smile. A distant part of her wants to pat the girl's head, yet she's not exactly sure why. Or for that matter, why it feels like it would be the correct or natural thing for her to do. Nonetheless, the sage nods and pulls away so that she may kneel to search. It doesn't take long to find, and the only true obstacle is Emmeryn mentally puzzling out how to properly insert the pin back into its rightful place. She was an exalt, not a servant, okay!]
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She was an exalt, not a servant, okay!]...Is that...better?