The anxiety made the Lady start cursing relentlessly from the bottom of her person. It was only fortunate for the expressive soul to still be under the body's condition that hid the frantic self guarded inside in a calm facade.
Apparently aloof to the circumstances, her leisurely pace could never indicate the true chaos she had set free on the inside of her carcass, making the one beside her; wonder about her seemingly unbothered attitude as she was now being escorted by the man who had acted thoughtlessly towards her dignity.
'... I cannot read her... The emotionless visage my Lady portrays..... What am I to think now?..... Might the Lady... already hate my presence...?'
