Walking into the cave, Arthur stared down at the Ghost lady for a while, her expression holding little strength, almost like she was dead just sitting there.
"Hey," Arthur's voice broke the silence, and he eased himself down onto the cave floor, one knee bent to provide a makeshift armrest, his gaze never leaving the ghostly presence before him.
"Erza," he uttered suddenly, the name hanging in the air like a long-forgotten memory.
"Uhn?" The ghost lady's head snapped up in response, her eyes widening in surprise. "D-did you say something, my lord?" Her gaze remained fixed on Arthur, as if searching for some glimmer of recognition.
"Well," Arthur began, his tone contemplative, "I assumed you didn't have a name. Am I mistaken?"
The ghost girl displayed a genuine surprise, her eyes reflecting that emotion, although its source eluded even her. She shifted her gaze from Arthur to the cave floor, contemplating his words.
