After jumping over the withering form of her sibling there is not much left for the blue lady to traverse. She’s not afraid jinxes will end her reign, not when she seen so much of victory and phoenixes rising.
Great sheroes are not made in palaces: they arise just in time from ditches of disaster to be someone’s sister. The search for absolute justice ends with the Blue Lady. Lives soaked in pain are often blue, and seem best to speak for us because they have been where the flames actually strengthen, giving cause for appropriate jubilation.
So when the dust clears, eyes twinkle, awareness joined, nothing prevents the blue from being actively joyous, always jovial.