Anastasia nodded when he spoke of his mother and her own lounging. Surely she wouldn't be lounging, she had already met one of her teachers and he seemed content with keeping her busy. Which was good because she didn't feel like she could be lounging around all day. But she felt almost as if that was all Samsul expected her to do. Sure, she hadn't done any work today but she had been sick last night and this morning, not to mention she had been dragged away from her home to a place she had never even been before. What was he really expecting? Soon, she'd show him that she had no intention of just lounging about.

She walked her horse along with him. When they reached the seamstress's, she climbed off and noticed a little boy topple over his feet and fall to the ground. He started to cry to the other children's enjoyment, who started to laugh at him. Walking over to him, she crouched down, not worrying about the new dirt on her dress. She held out her free hand and smiled at him, "You know... I don't see any blood," the boy looked up at her, a bit in shock. She helped him to his feet before she looked over his knees and elbows, before she fixed his hair a little, "A bit of dirt but if you can't get dirty, it isn't really fun now is it," she laughed a little as the boy hugged her. She was surprised but it was nice to know that people were this accepting of a princess who came out of no where. She wrapped her free arm around him, holding close. When he pulled away, she grinned, "I say you are good to get back to playing if you want..."