Persephone scrambles to pull it back up, holding most of it to her chest with one hand and gathering up the rest with the other.

"I wasn't lobbing it around, I was trying to protect my hair from your grubby mitts." She sticks her tongue out. Carefully shifting the bundle of blanket to one arm, she tries to fix her hair with one hand and is probably just making it worse. Were there always red flowers in her hair? Well she's certainly shedding red petals.