Apocalypse

[Loyola]

That is the answer Enma likes better, naturally, Claire is not amused with the situation. But Loyola is totally convinced with absolute correctness of the things she does. She could've lied about things, and get her on board much easier. Being a liar is quite normal for her, but that's still a royal person and she pledged the honor of her family to help and serve Claire's family. And she did try to convince her much more softly, but DeFrance is too stubborn and too pride to give up a single inch of their powerplay ground. The girl will have to see a different life, a real life. And Enma sees herself as the one who does anything to ensure the survivability of this girl in the long run.

But she's not a white knight by any means and will try to abuse the situation in various ways. She's dropping thoughts about consequences that may await her at Malta and feel engaged with this Gallic game. Her fantasize are already running deep down into restoring DeFrance's rule over Gallia and being put in a very high position. Looking back at the idiots who hate her with an amused hooked smile. That would have been gold. But now she still needs to keep communicating with Claire, or she will run into a deep depression.

Enma slides from her shoulders down to her arms, lightly lifting her up, so Claire figures out that she needs to stand up. Enma is turning Claire to herself, looking at the tears rolling down at her cheeks. While keeping a left hand at Claire's side, En is rising up her chin with a right hand. While keeping a long look at her face.

— You are a look-beautiful-when-crying type.

Enma makes a compliment, with a low and calm voice. Her face isn't expressing anything special, she's like any other person who's making observations. Not making much more manipulations with Claire's body, Enma would still hold her. Maybe her own firmness and calmness would somehow help Claire to stop this.

— Calm down, I am just no letting you commit literal suicide run.

Loyola's hand would move from the chin to the back of Claire's head, stroking it down. Her other hand moved from the side to her back, embracing her. Her moves are slow and gentle, there's no need for any sort of traumatic experience in this situation. Such close contact may be rushed, but Enma does it not without enjoyment. Weird thing of Claire being just a spoiled child comes to her mind, along with means parents usually deal with it. But that thought isn't sticking up for long enough, as she's still having a lot of complicated real things to deal with.

— You will return back to Gallia in glory, I promise you. And I will do everything that is necessary for this to happen.

Yes, something more calming, abstract in generalized. Maybe that will work?

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