Isabelle then suddenly remembered something. Her face lit up with nervous excitement.
"Oh! Right! Before I forget—" She stepped forward, rummaging through her spatial ring. A moment later, she produced a handkerchief and a pen, holding them up with trembling hands.
"Could I possibly...get your autograph?"
Ragnora stared at her.
"When I go back home and show this off to all my friends and family, they'll absolutely die of jealousy!"
"Of course, I'll cherish it every single day. I'll look at it before I go to sleep. So please—can I have your signature?"
She looked so earnest, so genuinely thrilled by the prospect, that Ragnora couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"I'd love to." She said. Then she glanced down at the worms still struggling in her grip. "But first, I should deal with these."
Isabelle immediately turned sheepish.
"Oh! Right! Sorry! I completely forgot about them!" She paused, then added: "Do you need any help? I can—"
