⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀POP, CRACK! Frankie's leg was placed back together as she began to mend it into its proper location. Another fear practice, another lost limb that flew at the captain's head. It happened less frequently than it used to since learning to tighten her thread before practice, yet it still vexed her whenever it interfered with the routine. " Sorry, Cleo! " the undead ghoul uttered somberly. Of course she felt awful each time; the mummy worked hard to lead them to victory time and time again, yet the one she used to refer to as 'weak link' still managed to be clumsy.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" No matter how secure my stitches are, they still unravel sometimes. How do you keep your wraps on? Maybe I could learn from you. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That being said, Frankie had already learned a lot from the royal. Being bold and advocating for herself was one thing. No matter how dramatic or over-the-top, Cleo always made her feelings known. The monster with many pieces also observed how to lead a group from her. Thankfully, she only took the positive qualities. " A-Anyway, is your head okay? " Curse physics sometimes.

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