"Oh, I-I see..." — Theressa responded, lowering her head as the surprise faded. — "Umh... Then... Is she not ailing?"
"... She is not."
"..... Umh, Father?"
"Yes?"
"I am aware it has no relation with my Sister's whereabouts yet… uh... C–can sister do embroidery?"
"Hm. I doubt it." — Seriously answering his child, Orland made her resume her steps that with concern had halted once more.
"... I see…"
"... Marianne doesn't embroider that I know of. She enjoys her noons more while making her wonderful sketches after all."
"Right. Sister draws in that tool… Although it is not meant for a Lady…"
"I wonder about such convictions. We all have hands and can use them for the same… Nonetheless, Theressa… I see you had a wish to meet your sister today."
"....."
