[It's not in Timekeeper's nature to accept help... but she doesn't have much of a choice, admittedly. She begrudgingly takes that hand, only wearing a small smile for the moment, and pulls herself forward with no small amount of strength herself. She yanks the Embroider out behind her, lets the momentum from that yeet throw her into the air, and situates herself back on the hovering blade as Isa goes to town on the frog.]
Well! That thing has no respect for fashion.
[Yeah, he looks like he has beating up the monster covered, she's going to just float here shaking the frog spit off her clothes for a moment, giving an extra bit of care to the top hat she somehow managed not to lose.]
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Well! That thing has no respect for fashion.
[Yeah, he looks like he has beating up the monster covered, she's going to just float here shaking the frog spit off her clothes for a moment, giving an extra bit of care to the top hat she somehow managed not to lose.]