When the princess backed away from Perfetti, he watched her as she denied his claims and regarded herself as nothing more than a servant. But she was so much more than that, and Moses knew that. She was the Prince's world, his devastation at her loss rippling through everyone with equal sorrow. Even he, a Bloodfiend who had no relations or correlation to who they were at all, was affected by her passing. And now she stood here and refused to believe that was true. There had to be something else going on here. Yet before Moses could ask any more questions, Enya interjected her thoughts once more.
"Are you sure, Joel?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Admittedly, his remark was a little jarring to his wife, and he immediately regretted the tone in which he answered her. His gaze momentarily dropped in guilt before he spoke again. "Forgive me." She understandingly shook her head towards him, knowing that everyone here was a little on edge.
"No harm done, dear," she replied. She then joined her husband slowly, not wishing to scare the young woman off or intimidate her further.Amaya was an awfully quiet thing, after all, and the last thing Enya wanted to seem was imposing. Moses knew that she had a way with people like the Princ- er, the servant-girl, so he allowed her to speak with the Magic Original once more.
"Miss Amaya, if I may ask you... Did you ever fall unconscious while you were there? In the woods?"
"Are you sure, Joel?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Admittedly, his remark was a little jarring to his wife, and he immediately regretted the tone in which he answered her. His gaze momentarily dropped in guilt before he spoke again. "Forgive me." She understandingly shook her head towards him, knowing that everyone here was a little on edge.
"No harm done, dear," she replied. She then joined her husband slowly, not wishing to scare the young woman off or intimidate her further.
"Miss Amaya, if I may ask you... Did you ever fall unconscious while you were there? In the woods?"
