Juria smiled gently, her expression softening.
"So… is there anything you need from us?"
Gracelle pulled her blanket down slightly, only showing her eyes as she mumbled behind the fabric.
"Can I see… Miss Elf, please?"
"Hmm?" Juria tilted her head. "Didn't you just meet her this morning?"
"Mm… but… there's something I want to ask her… please?" Gracelle gave Juria pleading puppy eyes.
Juria exhaled and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I don't know. First, it's already night. She might be awake, or she might not be. Second, you may not know this, but among all Armand staff, she's like Mrs. Erinette when it comes to duty, strict, stern, and no-nonsense. And she can be… scary."
"I…" Gracelle mumbled softly. "I just want to meet her, even just for a moment. I have something really important I need to confirm. So please…"
