"I didn't have time to put them on," Flandre said, shoulders twitching as she was reminded of it--even though the answer was relieving. Remilia seemed fine. But she had been conveniently ignoring the unpleasantly tense feeling in her back, like a buildup of static, until her sister had pointed it out.

"Did you tear the suit? They don't seem to like that." It was very, very difficult to not rush over and hug her sister. Flandre still had mud in her claws; what kind of greeting would that be?