"It wasn't stupid if it upset." The older woman said very softly, but let the subject drop. There were more difficult matters to attend to, especially with Zuma practically crying into her clothes. One arm held her while the other hand lifted to stroke her hair, gentle, like when she had been a little girl.
Kissing her head, Zahira murmured, "No, being a princess isn't easy. But I know you my little one. You can do this. Don't fret now about these things and don't despair. You are most certainly not alone."