Apocalypse

[Loyola]

Enma is meeting this rather emotional rant with silence. She really couldn't wait until she stops this, because Enma is not a fan of loud sounds. Especially when it's a bit annoying, her feet would slowly slide down into her boots, Loyola is generally disappointed that it's developing in this way. She has decided to swing the momentum back. Loyola leans forward and placing an index finger at Claire's lips, to make her stop. Her fingertip is rather cold, and skin texture feels somewhat weird. She then grins, with her eyebrows up, as she isn't sure from which angle to approach it.

— Shush, shush, shush, I get it, Votre Altesse...

As En made sure that the princess is silent, she leans back. She wanted to make things work smooth and nicely, but it's not her fault and Claire is no appreciating the move. In any event, it looked like Claire just gave out everything she has got already.

— Loyalty means that I am doing everything that is possible in my position to make your life better. Do you say that I've broken her sister's life? Mind you, she's most likely would end up being sold to some rich far and old slaver. As a very glorified and expensive toy. Meanwhile, I spend a lot of money to uphold an estate where she's still a princess. Now, at your call, I've dropped all of my business and brought my best people to your aid. Nothing gets appreciated.

Enma takes her inhaler and other things from the table, getting ready to stand up. She's not a hurry, doing everything in a calm and even lazy manner. With an intentionally loud noise, Enma pushes the chair back, as she's standing up. Enma walks up behind Claire, placing her hands at the gaul's shoulders. Making very slow and kind of relaxing quasi-massage movements.

— You shouldn't be so nervous, your highness. I know that facing death at your young age is kind of terrible, but it's war and people are dying. I will make sure to tell Charlotte a story of how you remained strong and brave until the very end. Pretty sure that she will be very proud of you. I will have a hard time explaining how that happened that I didn't get you out of here... Really shameful turn of events.

Enma bends down to Claire's ear, switching to a soft and nice-sounding whisper. Her lips would sometimes even touch the edges of the Royal ear.

— Especially shameful turn of events if all the Outcast ships around will for some reason get angry and you won't even make it to the gates. You know, them pesky pirates with antimatter and torpedoes.

Enma then moves a little bit forward to see her face, while her hand is getting into the pocket and placing Cardamine inhaler at the table right before Claire. With an amused smile, she's getting her back to a pseudo-massaging position.

— I understand your emotional state your highness, but as I am your loyal servant and a good friend, I will act like it didn't happen. Don't worry, your stress will come by, and after that, we will have a lot of work to do. Am I right?

Enma asks, as she massage parody moves became slightly painful for a moment.

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