She continues to brush in peace, alone in the forest, a continued song taking most her attention.   Her eyes search a bit, scanning around softly as she brushes and sings, the rays still causing a glow from her soft skin, hair and robe.  Upon closer inspection she seems thin and frail without much of a chest, though something seems to be under her robe, shifting loosely.  Her brush slows as she shifts a bit, eyes widening at a sudden cry which caused her to search out the source, taking stand for a better vantage.  The item within her robe quickly reveals itself as she stands, slipping down and slamming into her foot, her own cry sounding and letting loose a chain of actions, retracting her foot from what appeared to be an over-sized iron club, arms being thrown up in surprise and flailing shortly after as she falls back, her balance lost from her retracted foot.