[Indeed it does, though it takes a moment. Once he lands, however, she rises with a bizarre sort of grace and drifts over to him as though she's walking a tightrope, bobbing slightly from side to side. She twists the construct of ribbon, flowers and apparently wire into something resembling a gladiator's coronet and drifts up to place it gently on his head with a sweet smile.]
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Good morning, strong prince.