Gibbet gently curtsies and kneels before Malus, taking Malus' hand with the mark of their contract, kissing the back of it with a simple peck of her lips to the skin of her hand. Looking up with eyes that are listless, but closing her eyes and bowing her head down against it. Fealty and manners, but obviously restless like a wound spring. "May all our wishes come to truth, Maa."
"...Words like 'may' are for people who are prepared to lose." As she said this, Malus used the hand that Gibbet kissed to hold her servant by the chin and tilt her head up so she could look her in the eye. "No... All our wishes WILL come true. If I'm going to be a part of this game, then that is the bare minimum I should aim for."









