[Allura wouldn't expect any fuss or genuflection to be made. While she holds her title in high esteem, it's more because of what it means to her—as a leader, as a member of her family and her people—than any sense of superiority over others. Truly, she no longer had a nation or people of which she could claim sovereignty over, especially now that she was here, among people who had no memory of her people, but being the daughter of King Alfor, the last surviving member of the Altean royal family, was as deep a part of her identity as the name her mother and father had given her as a child.
Hair and crown addressed, Allura finally reaches for the bag near Amaterasu, pausing to give the wolf a scratch behind the ears before picking through the dwindling supplies.]
Are you hungry? [She fishes out a package of dried meats, and another that seemed to be made up of nuts and dried fruits, offering the former to her fuzzy companion. With a laugh,] If I am to tell the truth, I'm still not quite used to the food they give us here.
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Hair and crown addressed, Allura finally reaches for the bag near Amaterasu, pausing to give the wolf a scratch behind the ears before picking through the dwindling supplies.]
Are you hungry? [She fishes out a package of dried meats, and another that seemed to be made up of nuts and dried fruits, offering the former to her fuzzy companion. With a laugh,] If I am to tell the truth, I'm still not quite used to the food they give us here.