[ As Sumina crumples to the floor, the maid goes with her, kneeling gracefully while keeping her braid from tangling further with her free hand. Sumina's distress is apparent... and so, she is adamant about keeping her composure, never letting her grip on her companion's hand falter or weaken. Thinking quickly, she presses a few more buttons below the floor they've decided to abscond to, thinking that it'll delay the elevator's return to the floor the shadows resided on. ]
On the contrary. Your magical talents were quite something...
[ There's a distant sort of appreciation in those words, almost like she can hardly believe Sumina was even capable of doing it. She comes from a world where magic like this does not exist — not in the wider world, anyway. In her eyes, Sumina seems so much more powerful, now. ]
But you needn't look so worried, my dear. Not a drop of blood has spilled from me, now has it?
[ And frankly, she might notice by now that compared to Sumina's own breathless talking, Giselle has hardly broken a sweat — her breathing is still steady and even. ]
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On the contrary. Your magical talents were quite something...
[ There's a distant sort of appreciation in those words, almost like she can hardly believe Sumina was even capable of doing it. She comes from a world where magic like this does not exist — not in the wider world, anyway. In her eyes, Sumina seems so much more powerful, now. ]
But you needn't look so worried, my dear. Not a drop of blood has spilled from me, now has it?
[ And frankly, she might notice by now that compared to Sumina's own breathless talking, Giselle has hardly broken a sweat — her breathing is still steady and even. ]