She says that with such ease, and with such little time for her to prepare or expect to hear it. She can't remember the last time anyone referred to her as a friend... or if anyone ever did. The maid was prepared to be thankful enough if the other woman simply helped her and then politely excused herself, should she feel unnerved by her curse. This, though, is like an unexpected salve for a wound she forgot she even had. Unwittingly, her expression softens — an opening into the depths of her soul. There's quiet astonishment there, more reflected in the glimmer of her eyes than in any notable movement of her features. ]
Yes... of course, I would.
[ Do you really feel that way about me?, she wants to ask instead. The part of her desperate for even a threadbare connection wants nothing more than to seek a little more reassurance. But that yearning feels so at odds with "the maid," with everything she's built herself up to be, that she keeps the feeling from escaping with a relentless grip on a short, tight leash. ]
I could hardly allow harm to come to you. [ Which is strange on her tongue enough. How often has she sat idly, while harm came to others? But being here in the hotel, she feels more different each day. Sumina, and the others... perhaps they could be people she could care for outside of her station. ] That is why I attempted to protect you, you know.
[ There's a soft ding, as their elevator finally reaches their destined floor. ]
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She says that with such ease, and with such little time for her to prepare or expect to hear it. She can't remember the last time anyone referred to her as a friend... or if anyone ever did. The maid was prepared to be thankful enough if the other woman simply helped her and then politely excused herself, should she feel unnerved by her curse. This, though, is like an unexpected salve for a wound she forgot she even had. Unwittingly, her expression softens — an opening into the depths of her soul. There's quiet astonishment there, more reflected in the glimmer of her eyes than in any notable movement of her features. ]
Yes... of course, I would.
[ Do you really feel that way about me?, she wants to ask instead. The part of her desperate for even a threadbare connection wants nothing more than to seek a little more reassurance. But that yearning feels so at odds with "the maid," with everything she's built herself up to be, that she keeps the feeling from escaping with a relentless grip on a short, tight leash. ]
I could hardly allow harm to come to you. [ Which is strange on her tongue enough. How often has she sat idly, while harm came to others? But being here in the hotel, she feels more different each day. Sumina, and the others... perhaps they could be people she could care for outside of her station. ] That is why I attempted to protect you, you know.
[ There's a soft ding, as their elevator finally reaches their destined floor. ]