Pearl slides off the rock and swims over to Delilah, resurfacing gracefully in front of her
She looked down at her
"Uhm-..The..Tiara..?"
"Ah-I have it!"
She hands it to her
"B-but...y-your face...d-did your mom do this!? A-are you ok!?"
"Oh Thank you! Uhm-..Yea..she did but I'm fine..really..it happens a lot, you don't have to worry about me.."
She laughed a little placing a hand at the back of her head.
"No, it's not! P-people shouldn't hurt each other like that..."
"Well, I can't hit her back.."
"That makes it worse-she picks on you because she knows you can't fight back, that's-that's awful..."
"I know..but just like I can't fight back..I can't really tell her off either.."
"...I'm sorry..."
"Oh-No..Seriously..don't worry about me, I'm fine!"
