"Huh? Ah… yes, it is I…" — I replied, gently taking the tray she held as if her life depended on it as she stared with wide eyes at me.
"Ah…" — She said almost frail. Watching me as I turned to look at her after leaving it aside, smiling at her sorry that it happened this way. — "Oh… oh, my… my Lady… d-do tell me it is not a dream…"
"Haha… thankfully it is not, Paige."
"Ah, your voice, my lady… it is truly… sniff… I always wondered how gentle and elegant it would be and yet… hic!"
'… there it is…'
She was indeed a crybaby. I knew it so very well before and even more now. As a matter of fact, once my souls meshed, I learned how sensitive this girl had always been, for now in my memories lived those I made of her once she was placed to take care of me, when she used to tear up with so little as a glance I gave because it was a sign I was aware of her being.
