[i][b][color=#778da9]'F-FRIENDSHIP?!"[/color][/b][/i]

Despite managing to keep a stoic front for the entire trip, it all crumbled at the end from a single plain sentence of the winer. Mirielle sputtered in indignant outrage at the seemingly random statement, made worse by how genuinely it was said. Just which part of their interactions looked like friendship?

The moment of shock was enough for the party to move along, filing into the quaint tavern that could've easily be mistaken for several hundred other similar pit stop all over Helvetia. Mirielle had to jog a bit to catch up, inwardly cursing at the missed opportunity to clarify the fact of the matter. Now that there's other people present, there's little chance to properly talk about it without compromising their relative anonymity.

A fuming Mirielle slipped into the seat next to the penitent, with an obvious gap inbetween if anyone's paying attention, chair angled so that she can keep Amaris in her peripheral vision. She flicked an errant strand of hair away from her eye, wondering if it's time for another trim, even as the bulk of her attention fell into the ongoing conversations.

[b][color=#778da9]"I'll have the sausage roll. And some water please, thank you."[/color][/b]

An eyebrow rose at the sudden chatter from the witch. Surprisingly lacking barbs this time around. Mirielle remained quiet for a few seconds, mulling whether to keep the silent game, before deciding that she should at least remain civil in return. With a shrug her posture eased, leaning into the backrest instead of remaining straight as a flagpole.

[b][color=#778da9]"I shan't judge you over your choice of breakfast,"[/color][/b] The W word was at the tip of her tongue, but she switched it seamlessly enough. [b][color=#778da9]"[i]Miss Amaris[/i]. But there is wisdom in avoiding overindulgence."[/color][/b] Honestly, Mirielle herself could appreciate good meals. It's just she need to remain in perfect condition at all times, or at least until the mission was deemed over. There's potential danger both within and without after all.

And look, Amaris even took the initiative to mend the bridge with Ludvig (with a V). About three weeks late, but better late than never. Seeing the man mope like kicked puppy wasn't exactly pleasant so far. Heh, a murderous witch comforting a puppy. Wasn't that an image? Mirielle lightly chuckled at the thought.