What probably doesn't help, with regards to how recognizable she is, is that when she moves she kind of staggers, which gives her the appearance of a drunken ambulatory pompom.
Anyway: They sure as hell are never speaking of this vulnerable moment again, once this gets resolved. But for the time being, Peridot is more than happy for some reassurance from her big brother. Saying "thank you" doesn't really feel necessary here; it's mushy and sentimental in a way that Peridot doesn't really like to express, and she rather believes that Lambert already knows that she's grateful anyway.
She huffs, and makes a miserable groaning noise before pulling her head back, trying to bury her face under one arm. "Lambert. Brother," she says after a long pause, forcing a casual tone. "Would you be so kind as to hold me up to a mirror, so that I may see exactly what unfortunate fate has befallen me?"
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Anyway: They sure as hell are never speaking of this vulnerable moment again, once this gets resolved. But for the time being, Peridot is more than happy for some reassurance from her big brother. Saying "thank you" doesn't really feel necessary here; it's mushy and sentimental in a way that Peridot doesn't really like to express, and she rather believes that Lambert already knows that she's grateful anyway.
She huffs, and makes a miserable groaning noise before pulling her head back, trying to bury her face under one arm. "Lambert. Brother," she says after a long pause, forcing a casual tone. "Would you be so kind as to hold me up to a mirror, so that I may see exactly what unfortunate fate has befallen me?"