Angelese raised an eyebrow as one woman approached her slowly. Exactly what was she doing...? Well, she hardly appeared to be attempting to threaten her, and it wasn't as if she'd be a particularly difficult foe if she suddenly became hostile. After all, the redheaded girl was a Winterbloom Sword Saint. Angelese nodded her head a little towards her maid. That was a good point, there was no point in cramming these people into her carriage when the town was only a short distance away. In spite of the foolishness on display, the fiery-haired girl simply could not bring herself to abandon them.

Especially when one of them, the man previously accused of being scared of nonexistent wildlife, now revealed himself to be, well, speaking actual, logical sense. Angelese's experience with magic was more of the combat focused variety, so she couldn't say for sure if this seemed like the results of a teleportation spell. However, it would quite handily explain their strange clothing, if they were foreigners who had come from some distant location.

"Hmph," she began, "While you still seem quite foolish, that makes far more sense. While I can't stress the stupidity of your actions enough, as a daughter of the Winterbloom family I can't turn away from those in need."

Set an example. Do what's right. These were important matters in the redheaded girl's mind.

"I am Angelese Altheion Talothere Maykell Winterbloom," she introduced herself, "And I won't-"

Arms wrapped around her from behind. A shiver immediately ran up Angelese's spin, as heat filled her cheeks, embarrassment swelling within her as she went rigid. And... and... cute knight?!

"L-Let go!" the short girl shouted, flustered and squirming, attempting to break free from a surprisingly heavy grip, "L-Let go let g-go let go s-stupid dummy idiot moron let go what are you thinking let goooooo!"