For a moment, just a moment, Fanilly's focus on the entire situation left. Marianne taking her hand confused her for a brief period of time... and then she felt the older girl's lips pressed to her skin. For a few moments, the girl was dead silent... and then her cheeks reddened deeply almost immediately. In fact, it almost seemed as if steam was pouring out of her ears, though obviously this wasn't actually occurring. Still, it was obvious she was embarrassed, especially when the girl began to mumbled incoherently. She only got redder as her hand was pressed to Marianne's chest.
"A-a-a-apology accepted!" Fanilly stammered out, before quickly turning away, pulling her no longer tingling hand away as she did, her cheeks still furiously red. no, she had to calm down. She had to stop thinking about what had just happened. There was a girl to save. "W-we have v-very little time, s-s-so... so only take time to don your armor if you can d-do so quickly!"
Fanilly took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. No. Calm down. Relax. Breath in, breath out.
She was Knight-Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. She couldn't look so easily disrupted. She couldn't let herself look that way. She had to live up to what anyone would expect from such a person.
"The assassin's punishment is up to the Princess," she said, having managed to calm herself down for the moment. It appeared that Nero's knights had arrived as well, though they seemed somewhat... odd, Fanilly was not about to reject the assistance as long as they could fight well. That was the important part.
"And..."
She trailed off when an older man commented on Marianne's... backside. Images she needed to immediately banish from her mind filled her brain, and she shook her head desperately to cleanse then, blushing once more.
"T... Tyaethe is right," she said, turning to face the child-like knight as she did, and finally noticing the fading green glow around her. What was that...? "It's best to bring the assassin along with us."
The assassin herself had been staring incredulously at the proceeding events, before swiftly writing out her message.
I'm no liar. Anyone who would lie about a relative in danger is disgusting.
Moments later, a few servants brought a change of clothes for the smallk night, as well.
Fanilly took another deep breath.
"Then we'll be moving out as soon as everyone is prepared."
As the Princess attempted to calm her mind and proceed to the base of the stairs(and not quite realizing Sult was among her guards given her current mental state), the Court Mage caught up to her and the other knights.
"Ah... Y-Your Highness, y-you're well, aren't you?" she said, panting slightly. A short jog had worn her out so easily?
"Bethany? Yes, of course, the Iron Roses... they've kept me safe," she replied, nodding as she looked back over to the somewhat older girl.
"I-I'm so glad..."
"A-a-a-apology accepted!" Fanilly stammered out, before quickly turning away, pulling her no longer tingling hand away as she did, her cheeks still furiously red. no, she had to calm down. She had to stop thinking about what had just happened. There was a girl to save. "W-we have v-very little time, s-s-so... so only take time to don your armor if you can d-do so quickly!"
Fanilly took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. No. Calm down. Relax. Breath in, breath out.
She was Knight-Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. She couldn't look so easily disrupted. She couldn't let herself look that way. She had to live up to what anyone would expect from such a person.
"The assassin's punishment is up to the Princess," she said, having managed to calm herself down for the moment. It appeared that Nero's knights had arrived as well, though they seemed somewhat... odd, Fanilly was not about to reject the assistance as long as they could fight well. That was the important part.
"And..."
She trailed off when an older man commented on Marianne's... backside. Images she needed to immediately banish from her mind filled her brain, and she shook her head desperately to cleanse then, blushing once more.
"T... Tyaethe is right," she said, turning to face the child-like knight as she did, and finally noticing the fading green glow around her. What was that...? "It's best to bring the assassin along with us."
The assassin herself had been staring incredulously at the proceeding events, before swiftly writing out her message.
I'm no liar. Anyone who would lie about a relative in danger is disgusting.
Moments later, a few servants brought a change of clothes for the smallk night, as well.
Fanilly took another deep breath.
"Then we'll be moving out as soon as everyone is prepared."
As the Princess attempted to calm her mind and proceed to the base of the stairs(and not quite realizing Sult was among her guards given her current mental state), the Court Mage caught up to her and the other knights.
"Ah... Y-Your Highness, y-you're well, aren't you?" she said, panting slightly. A short jog had worn her out so easily?
"Bethany? Yes, of course, the Iron Roses... they've kept me safe," she replied, nodding as she looked back over to the somewhat older girl.
"I-I'm so glad..."