Musashi makes everything she does look so effortless, but strangely, Lucy has never found herself feeling jealous over it. She admires Musashi's grace, and often thinks of the lifetimes that it have must have taken to hone such skills, but never jealousy.

(Mostly, she just looks at Musashi's arm muscles a lot.)

But even Musashi can make mistakes, it seems, and before Lucy's disbelieving eyes, one of the swinging pillars clips her foot and sends her staggering. Lucy's there before she can think, dropping down to her knees to grab Musashi's arm, and extend her other hand out for Musashi to take hold of.

"Clumsy," she chides, and it's probably the wrong time to feel so fond she could burst with it, but there it is. "I guess even the world's greatest swordswoman gets caught out sometimes, huh?"