"What good would it do you to follow me everywhere? That’s absurd." There’s no way this majestic servant would allow her to follow him everywhere. She’s a demented monster of true destruction—sacrificing so many women, killing her own father. The worst thing about that truth is—that Saber served her, protected her, and witnessed these truths before finally laying, what he thought, would be an end to her.
Regardless…This situation here is not going to be welcomed; specifically due to the fact that, to anyone, they look like siblings, or a baby-sitter with a young child. He would at least have to act that role, in case people were at the market. Ever so hesitantly, Saber reached out of his pocket, holding out his hand to her.
❝Well, I get to spend time with my prince, and that's always a plus!❞
There was no real reason to stick to him like glue, besides the fact that she was unhealthily obsessed with him to frightening degrees. This was always evident, moreso now that she was living again. Her gaze darted down to the movement of his hand, which she found was a gesture that meant he wanted her to hold his hand. A cheery look and a small hop was given to this action, after which she lightly, yet firmly grasped hands with him; it was almost as if she was being gentle, which was further reinforced with the soft look on her face.









