Within the room, Nathalie crouched and went for the cabinets installed from the marble countertops, grabbing more of the glass vials she needed for the concoction.
Keith, meanwhile, had been stirring at the glistening blue concoction for a while now; as per her instructions, slowly while she poured over the ingredients now and then.
Though he couldn't help but peer at her, scrambling through the corner and not even afraid to get her hands either dirty or messy from the work.
"My Lady, do you need help over there?"
[Oh, no, no. I'm alright. Please focus on it; it needs to be consistent after all.] She then arched her neck and looked at him. [I shall ask you when I do need some help, alright?]
With that, Keith pressed his lips thin, he knew it wasn't his place to convince her, which then he nodded and said nothing further; Arnold chimed in on his behalf.
"Mysti, you don't have to do that."
[What is?]
"Crawling there."
