@marieofthelight - continued from [x]
Marie looked up-to tired to show any signs of surprise or shock to who is speaking. It was one of the gorgon sisters (as telltale signs of the rope like strands of hair and the apparent ‘hiss’ in the voice), but of which one she was not sure. Though, being a resident of the castle currently, Marie has never made a move to interact with the other beings (besides her husband and son) of the living fortress. She preferred it that way.
“I’m-I’m fine…” She assured gently as she tried to take another step.
Euryale paused, hesitant, her shoulder twitching and causing the purple skirts of her moth-eaten dress to swish across her knees. The Master was asleep, the sun having risen into the sky, and he had made it very clear that his Lady was to be respected and obeyed and that all assistance were to be provided for her.
Then again, the words, ‘I’m fine,’ was not a command forbidding Euryale to help. She remembered sickness and starvation beneath the ruins of Agharta, of taking care of her elder sisters and being looked after in turn. How could she try to do any less for the Lady?
“Lady of Lightssss... Tea? I can make ....ssss... warm tea? Cookiessss?”
The kind Toy Maker had taught her, after all. And to a creature that was both girl and serpent, warmth was a catch-all cure.