Majestria had already beaten Finn before he could explain, and just when he thought things were safe, he realized they weren't.
She punished him for chasing the thief—the very chase that had accidentally sent the man crashing into the knight, which in turn sent the knight tumbling onto her. Finn tried to explain that it wasn't his fault, that he hadn't meant for any of it to happen, but Majestria didn't care—not one bit.
"It doesn't matter what happened or why," she said, crossing her arms. "What matters is that it happened in my presence. And that it spilled onto me. That's why it matters more."
Finn blinked. Whatever logic she was using, it felt less like reasoning and more like, she just wanted an excuse to beat him again.
He picked up his precious hat, plopping it back on his head like a king crowning himself. Majestria's eyes narrowed as she stared at him, silently questioning how much he really loved that ridiculous piece of fabric.
