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Ah--

[Elza fumbles, bad with the new tech, and his confused murmuring is audible for a moment before he seems to figure things out.]

--there, now I've got it. Hello. [...] I don't suppose this is Mary?

Yes... sorry, I... got a little scared.

Scared?

[Immediately, he takes on a more serious tone of voice, concerned:] Did something happen? Are you all right?

I-it's so big and empty in here, by myself, and there was no one there when I woke up, a-and everyone was dead, so for a minute, I thought it was true, and--!

[ she had a nightmare. ]

Wait... you're by yourself? You don't have anyone there with you?

[Such a young girl on her own? What the hell? That's inexcusable--]

No... none of my friends are here.

[It takes all of a minute for Elza to decide something in his head and he exhales a thoughtful sigh before he speaks again.]

...Where is it you're staying? I'd like to come over.

Um, it's the smaller building... on the first floor.

Then I'll be along shortly. Don't be too surprised when you hear someone knocking, okay?

I-I won't... scream.

[Elza laughs gently.]

I'd be glad if you didn't. [Otherwise people will come running, maybe... either way, he'll prepare to go to where she is, not bothering with his armour or weapon, just in his plainclothes.]

[ When he gets there and (hopefully) knocks, she'll answer it, disheveled and teary-eyed, because Mary never wakes up from nightmares gracefully. ]

Y-you're here...

[But of course he knocks! Like a gentleman. He wouldn't barge right in-- But one look at her makes his heart hurt, so he reaches out to put his hand on her head. Let him just... sort some of this disheveled hair.]

I'm here. May I come in?

[ Good luck. The two longer tendrils in the front twitch a bit, but they still as Mary nods beneath his hand and opens the door wider for him to enter. ]

[??? Wait, was it his imagination or did her hair just move? Elza's caught up in a puzzled stare before he follows her inside, glancing around. Just as she said, it's empty in here...]

How are you doing now? Still scared? [He places his hand on her back instead, rubbing lightly.]

I-I'm all right... [ she's not sobbing, at least, even if she's trembling ever so slightly. ] I just... panicked, I think.

[Elza moves, leaning down slightly, moving to set an arm around her shoulders gently. His expression is serious, a small and troubled wrinkle between his eyebrows.]

You were alone when you woke up, too... [His voice is soft.] That certainly doesn't help much, does it?

[ Elza, that isn't helping her stay dry-eyed. Mary's shoulders hunch as her eyes well up again, and she shakes her head, voice emerging choked. ]

It's scary...

Ah-- I'm sorry. [Elza leans over slightly to place both hands on her shoulders.] But what I was going to say was... how about you come with me?

We have a spare room. [Though he'd understand if she were quick to say no... after all, they've only recently met.]

... R-really? [ Elza, you had her semi-trust since you became her knight or something. Even though she looks faintly uncertain. ]

Really... You don't have to, of course, if you don't want to. But you'd be welcome.

[And that way, she wouldn't have to worry about waking up all by herself...]

... I want to.

[Elza brightens up slightly and moves, to gather her hands into his own, clasping them.]

Then it's settled. Besides me... Nesso and Zara live there. Have you met them yet?

Nesso... [ and with that, she nods. Her fingers are a little cold, but she'll squeeze his hands. ] He's a knight, too.

[Like before, he thinks, recalling the coldness of her hands in the classroom. He wraps them in his in order to warm them.]

That's right. He's my captain--our squadron of knights is called the Gefreiter. And he's the strongest swordsman in the whole country.

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