[ Well... Alright, then. Lucina watches, somewhat haplessly, as Connor bounds forward and does the thing before she can even finish rolling up her sleeve. She, uh, she rolls it back down with finessing fingers and then accepts her damp watch - which lights up at her touch! She didn't destroy it again! She now has a PhD in technology! ]

Yes, you're right.

[ She fastens it back around her wrist, careful to pull the band a little tighter through the buckle this time. ]

I ought to be used to having this device on me by now, and more cognizant of its safety. [ It's a watch, not a puppy. You know what, whatever. It's super serious declaration time! That is, her voice takes on its more regal, precise cadence, enunciating every syllable with exacting care. ] I will outgrow this carelessness.