"Luna, I can't believe I'm saying this, but please return Xyriel to his own home."
I could feel anger welling up inside me at her command. I crossed my arms and spoke with determination, "No."
Her eyes widened in response to my refusal, and she pressed, "What do you mean?"
"Master wants to help you. You should be grateful for this opportunity despite your current predicament, purple-witched lady." I explained.
It was clear that she didn't realize how fortunate she was that my master had shown up on her balcony, willingly offering his assistance. Her rudeness irked me.
She glared at me, but before she could respond, I continued, "I'm going back. Master might catch a cold if you don't let him in. Please, don't make him wait any longer."
The purple-witched woman clicked her tongue in annoyance, and I leaped off her balcony, no longer wanting to witness their interaction.
