"Right, yes," she hastens to agree. It strikes her only belatedly that 'the mother of your child looks just like someone else' might not have been the most helpful response, though she really couldn't help making it. "There's at least one other person here with my face, actually."
She smiles sheepishly, then inclines her head in modest acknowledgment. "I wouldn't say I knew her -- just in passing, really. I met her in the Woods a few times. She was running away from the Festival, and I, well," she huffs out a preemptively embarrassed laugh, aware of how mad this is going to sound, "I needed her shoes to break a Curse. Or one of her shoes, anyway. It's... sort of a long story. But we parted on good terms." That seems like the most important detail to land on. She doesn't want to sell herself as the Princess's friend, but she doesn't want to come across as if she harassed the woman, either.
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She smiles sheepishly, then inclines her head in modest acknowledgment. "I wouldn't say I knew her -- just in passing, really. I met her in the Woods a few times. She was running away from the Festival, and I, well," she huffs out a preemptively embarrassed laugh, aware of how mad this is going to sound, "I needed her shoes to break a Curse. Or one of her shoes, anyway. It's... sort of a long story. But we parted on good terms." That seems like the most important detail to land on. She doesn't want to sell herself as the Princess's friend, but she doesn't want to come across as if she harassed the woman, either.