"I never used to be this clumsy," Snow groused, sitting still and letting Regina examine her palms where she’d stumbled on the stones, tripped by a small blur she suspected was a child chasing after something smaller and furry.
"Tripped doesn’t quite count as clumsy," Regina replied.
"It used to be I could have avoided falling at all," Snow sighed and shifted, feeling like she was ten years old again. "I could have regained my balance."
Regina scoffed, “No, you couldn’t have. I know you, I’ve known you since you were a child. You’re the least graceful princess I have ever met when it comes to trips and falls. Sleep deprivation isn’t an excuse. I’ve seen you face plant into the dust on a good day.”