Emma Wright turned around to face him, tilting her head up. Her heart-shaped face was adorable, her skin fair. Her eyes, double-lidded and rather large, gleamed brightly. She stood nearly one hundred and seventy centimeters tall with a curvy figure. A ponytail was secured at the back of her head, unlike Ruby Bluen's waist-length flowing hair. Emma presented herself with an easy grace and delicate beauty. She didn't possess Ruby's inherent aristocratic air. Emma was more of the girl-next-door type, but her eyes held a certain valiance, perhaps due to her military background. It was this valiance that added a charming allure to her, something Ruby could not match.
"No, I just wanted to see if Ruby is feeling any better," Emma's face was still a bit flushed.
"She's asleep," Marcel Horne replied, stepping past Emma to leave.
"Oh." Emma followed him. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped. Watching Marcel's retreating figure, she asked, "Commander Horne, can we talk?"
