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❝ …Are you unwell? ❞
She by no means wishes to frighten the already disordered Servant, yet she cannot ignore the telltale signs of panic and anxiety that appear to be coursing through the other woman. Red eyes scan her appearance up and down, searching for any physical causes for her distress, yet there appear to be no visible wounds. Even so, one’s state of mind is just as important as their body. Nightingale happens to be much too focused on wanting to ensure her safety to pay much attention to her words on the duty and life of a Servant.
❝ I recommend getting to a quiet environment in order to ease your mind as soon as possible. If you cannot get there yourself, I will take you there. Do not worry if your legs will not move, I am capable of transporting you. ❞
Her tone of worry is foreign to the Caster as eyes snap up to meet her concerned gaze with slight confusion, enough to rip her from her previously frenzied state as hands press at her chest and grip the opaque fabric dusting at her knuckles. Moments tick by and she’s still watching her- observing her- in silence before breaking the silence with the movement of lips which were once hushed, now picking up voice.
“I, I am alright, it was not my intention to perturb you.” Preparing to wave her off and shuffle away, the blaring of horns beside them and crowd rising with chatter finally reaches her ears, blocked out prior by her bout of distress and she winces at the rush of sound. Persia was noisy but by no means had the convenience of technology since then muted the marketplace’s ever-present clamor.
“However, if you could show me to a more quiet place, I would greatly appreciate it. I haven’t found one yet despite my search.”















