"I, I, I, I... uh... um." 

Euna hasn't hit the same level of sweats that Sasha has, but that's only because that aura isn't being aimed directly at her right now. It turns out knowing the trick does precious little to help you avoid its effects. She can feel her hair growing damp and clinging to the back of her neck, and her uniform starts to feel sticky and unpleasant against every bit of her skin. Her heart pounds out staccato while her stomach feels like it's full of icy snakes. Fuck. This is a double shower day. Maybe even triple. 

"Y-Your Excellency, I..." 

Euna swallows while she (against her better judgment) starts undoing the Shogun's bindings. Show of trust, you know? But there's a lot of them, so it takes her a while. Thank goodness. She tries, harder than she's ever tried in her life, to smile. It... would be generous to say she gets even as close as a grimace.

"P-Princess Alina told me I should apologize to you!" she shouts. Great, now she's blushing on top of everything, "A-and... and she was right!"

The full weight of that stare comes swinging around to Euna. She takes it like a champ and manages to only throw up in her mouth. She swallows, exactly the kind of disgusting, acidic feeling you associate with talking about magical crystal princesses. Oh don't even raise that eyebrow, like you have [i]any[/i] room to be skeptical, Ms. Floating And Fear Aura Inducing Daimyo!

"I mean it!" she chirps, a little more strongly this time, "On my last mission, I... you know what it doesn't matter! I should've, you know when I... y-y-you told me to take care of my heart. And, and, I, and I... didn't. Made you pay the price for it. M'sorry. But, uh, try, trying to fix it, and uh... I'm, trying to fix..."

She stops fumbling at the ropes long enough to drop into a full bow. One of those full on, head on the ground-type supplication thingies. She has no idea what she's doing, ok? Her form is terrible. It's probably more insulting than if she hadn't tried. Blushing, she shoots back up in the space of an eyeblink and snaps the ropes clean off with a knifehand.

"I wanna be friends," she blurts out stupidly, "That's all I've ever wanted since I was, like, six! So I beat her up for you! And we've been looking for you, together! And, and, and I don't wanna leave anymore and I... please! Please!"

She's got tears welling in her eyes yet a-fucking-[i]gain[/i], and they've got nothing to do fear or adrenaline. She stares straight into those impossibly red eyes and lets herself get burned all over again.