Emmalina blushes. "Why thank you." Ever the good princess, she sweeps a curtsy. Of course, since her curtsies presuppose that she is wearing an actual crown, rather than a daisy chain, this unbalances the chain forwards off her head. It winds up draped half on one ear, half on her nose, and she fixes it with a resigned grin. "You've saved me how many times now? I think I'm allowed."