"Well, little missus," Alistair rubbed his glabella tiredly. "Can you tell us who you are now?"
"Ah," Libitina trembled. "Um, Libby…I came to clean the carriages and horses…Who may you be?"
'Libby? Was she here since we started talking? Why didn't I sense her presence?' Immediately, Alistair noticed the anomaly and he raised his guard against the weird little girl who had eavesdropped on them.
"Don't be afraid, we are not scary people," Marianne smiled as she timidly approached the brown-eyed girl with a bloody nose. "My name is Marianne, this is Yurian, Sylvester and Alistair. This is our carriage. We are so sorry for your bloody nose…"
'It's not really my nose you should apologise for but my back,' Libitina thought, amused, but she could not bear to refute the beautiful brunette even though her back was hurting.
"Ah, I am sorry, I did not mean to eavesdrop. Thank you for your handkerchief, I'll return it to you after washing…?" Libitina frowned as she looked down at the red silk cloth in her hands. Would warm water and salt get the stains out?
"Oh, its okay. You can keep the handkerchief," Alistair gave Libitina a genial smile, his eyes curved into crescents. "Thank you for coming to clean our carriage and care for our horses. You look really young, it's amazing that you are able to do all that. How old are you this year, Libby?"
"Um…I am sixteen this year." Libitina did not know how old her body was, so she hazarded a guess. It would be too far a stretch to say that she was twenty-three, her age in her previous life.
"I see. That's not much of difference from us. You can call us elder brothers and sisters because we are in our late teens too. Marianne would probably love that as well."
"Yes, Libby, please just call me Sister Marianne," the lovely bob-haired girl kneeling beside her gave a brilliant smile, her eyes shining with eagerness.
"And you can call me Brother Yurian," the blonde boy grinned carefreely, his thumb pointing towards himself.
"Sylvester," the man with bangs waved disinterestedly.
"Alistair," the elegant man nodded.
"Libby, do you know the town well?" Alistair continued. "As the situation is, we are looking for a guide to bring us around town for a day. We would love to be in your care, and we will give you payment for the service too, and as apology for our mistake." Alistair looked at Libitina's red nose.
Libitina's eyes brightened. It would be a lie to say that she knew the town well, but it would get her an opportunity to spend some time with her main characters…
Who in the world said that she did not know the town! Having lived in this small little town for a week, if she could not name any rat or corner, please call her Mister Square!
Unabashedly crowning herself as Mister Square, Libitina looked at Marianne who was sincerely clasping her hands. "Sister Marianne!"
"Ah!" Marianne blushed. "My heart has been healed!"
Libitina then turned to Yurian. "Brother Yurian!"
He nodded with a wider grin.
"Mr. Sylvester!"
The bespectacled man stumbled, "W-w-what—Mister?!" Yurian sniggered.
Libitina ignored him and turned her gaze to the most dignified person in the group. "And Mister Alistair."
Libitina struggled to get up from the ground with Yurian's and Marianne's help.
"It would be my pleasure to bring you around town tomorrow." She gave a courtesy and said solemnly. She hid her elation beneath her serious face.
"That's wonderful. Ah, Libby, do keep what you heard here a secret," Alistair winked.
"Ah, ah, yes, sure, of course!" Libitina nodded her head like a pecking chicken.
Alistair smiled, as he hid his suspicions beneath his smile.