"…I hope I'm not intruding?" Nyla asked hesitantly, looking between Damien's sisters. It was better than barging in when Lane and Damien were celebrating alone, and Damien had already gone to the kitchen to grab another plate and cup for her, but she still preferred to make sure. That was just the kind of person she was, very polite. Unlike Clara.
Or, well… Unlike Clara on a regular day. Or even Clara a few minutes ago. It seemed that she had been possessed by something while Lane had been away, or poisoned, or maybe she had hit herself on the head… Because her attitude switched 180 degrees. Hearing Nyla's question, she lifted her head, and rushed to reassure her, "N-no, not at all! Please, make yourself comfortable!"
