London stood up and walked behind Jeanne. Seeing that she was looking in a mirror, and there was a slight bruise on her eye, the capital of England rested her hand on the young girl's shoulder. "Dear, are you alright?" She kneeled down so they could see eye to eye, which her's were full of warmth and seriousness. "You look quite hurt." London glanced at her arms where the bruises were. She then said softly and much quieter, "What happened?"
(PFFFT, I feel like she's a mother by the way she's talking to Jeanne.)


