"My lady Marianne, the restroom you are looking for is to your left…" — Theodore, who decided not to grant importance to the exchange of longing gazes told his master. Managing his inner displeasure to act indifferent, loyal and respectful to whom he was devoted as his master, for it felt unfitting for the gentle and lovely woman to have a suitor as deadly as Zeleskiaz.
'He should remain looking from afar…' — The guard thought, reticent to admit any love they could share.
A placated nod was granted with low energy by Marianne, and the subtle lift of her eyes met the lover's again for a moment. Sharp and certain… unlike the demeanour she demonstrated… setting some curiosity to be held so his eye would continue attentive for she would later signal to the man so he could dispell it.
