Apocalypse

[Loyola]

Enma is familiar with the environment of ships and small stations. There's clearly no need for apologetic tone, but there's no need to point that out either. She's yet to find out anything special about this ship too, it seems like even Royalist Gauls are all about practical approach when it comes to warships. A rather long walk through the corridors wasn't easy, Enma would slow down her step, naturally forcing Claire to slow down as well.

As they finally reached the room, Enma slightly nodded when Claire offered her to enter. Loyola looks like she's having some dizziness and her walking is getting a bit shakier inside of the room. She's almost literally falling into the chair with hard breathing, getting out a small pocket inhaler and using it almost instantly. En is taking a deep breath, but her eyes did not become a lot clearer.

— Excuse me.

She almost whispered, but still loud enough for Claire to hear. Getting her tablet and inhaler at the table in front of them, she would not turn anything on yet. Laying against the wall with pale skin, dry lips and still breathing deeply, En is still getting that aura of confidence around her.

— You should've seen your people from my perspective, I felt like they are ready to kill me at the nearest opportunity.

Enma pauses and smiles a bit sadly.

— Can't blame them though, my personal reputation and reputation of my people work not really to my favor, I understand that. Oh though, it looked like the captain or whatever is having doubts about you calling shots. The question of subordination is quite important and I assume that it will get worse the higher ranks go.

Enma unblocks the tablet, taking it to her lap, her voice sounds a bit more firm now, but she still looks kinda sick.

— With the king missing, it will be extremely hard to regain control over the navy and army ranks. This will be your main problem once you reappear for the public. If you will... In any event, my people will recon the gates tomorrow, then we will know if you are free to proceed in that direction. And it may be useful to speak with your captain as well, yes he doesn't like me, but I'd listen to his... input. He looks like a guy with experience. Excuse me for the long introduction, your highness. These are just my first impressions as of the outsider.

Loyola keeps scrolling her tablet for a moment, then resuming eye contact with Claire.

— It's not my business, but let me ask... what do you plan to do with all of this?

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