The smile on Larkin's lips won over his dead expression, and he couldn't help but laugh at the joke. "You're the miraculous one between the two of us, Artie. Either way, the well would be cleared of the mud. As for it being refreshed again, we shall wait and see."
"Alright." Artie gently poured the dirty in the mud deep below. "Get rid of all the impurities, archduke's handwash water." After that, she handed the empty bowl to a soldier who fought so hard to keep his laughter from showing. However, the wriggle in his lips wasn't unnoticed by the archduchess.
