Still stupidly pretty.

[She argued, her brows furrowing in concentration as she gently wiped the blood away from his hairline and the refined features of his face as he made himself comfortable on the floor. His attempts at helping, by pulling ashen hair out of the way so she could better see her work, were effect insofar as she was able to see the extent of the damage. A gash, longer than it was wide, made a clean slice across his fair skin-- deep enough to possibly need stitches, she noted, but also just enough on the borderline that they might be able to avoid it with some careful bandaging.

Even like this, bloody and unbalanced as he was on the bathroom floor, Mattie couldn't help but notice how the teaching assistant was stil almost pretty enough to be a prince. Almost.]

...I don't plan on leading anything, [she commented, drawing the washcloth away and rinsing it off in the sink before she returned for more clean up.] I'm just trying to get through school, nothing special.

Besides, you're the one with the face and the personality that people love.