[ She's more than thankful for Sumina's calmness and efficiency regarding the task. In a funny way.... yes, she supposes it did put her more at ease. Inwardly, deep within the hard shell that Giselle has cast around herself, her true heart had been fearful that she might see a sliver of disgust or horror in the other woman's eyes directed at her. Even if just for a moment. But none comes — there's only the sure focus of her gaze, and the steady movement of her hands.
The knife comes out with little resistance, and with accompanying little reaction from the maid herself — she merely looks over her shoulder to see the size of the knife, heart sinking a bit when she sees that a weapon of that size could not cause even a shiver of sensation to her. She quickly averts her gaze (maybe a little too quickly?) back forward, not wishing to look at the weapon for even another second. ]
There we are... good as new.
[ It's almost darkly comedic, the serene way with which she wraps this whole ordeal up with a bow. If Sumina looks at where the wound should be — she'll find that there's strangely no evidence that the knife was ever there at all, aside from the remaining tear in her maid uniform. No, the skin underneath remains unmarred, even if dull and pale as a corpse's. The blade shines, clean as a whistle. ]
Thank you, my dear. I am in your debt... truly.
[ For much, much more than just helping her escape that room. ]
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The knife comes out with little resistance, and with accompanying little reaction from the maid herself — she merely looks over her shoulder to see the size of the knife, heart sinking a bit when she sees that a weapon of that size could not cause even a shiver of sensation to her. She quickly averts her gaze (maybe a little too quickly?) back forward, not wishing to look at the weapon for even another second. ]
There we are... good as new.
[ It's almost darkly comedic, the serene way with which she wraps this whole ordeal up with a bow. If Sumina looks at where the wound should be — she'll find that there's strangely no evidence that the knife was ever there at all, aside from the remaining tear in her maid uniform. No, the skin underneath remains unmarred, even if dull and pale as a corpse's. The blade shines, clean as a whistle. ]
Thank you, my dear. I am in your debt... truly.
[ For much, much more than just helping her escape that room. ]