[ She can’t pretend to be an Archon — to consume time relating to the Court and her Iudex. A request to live as something she so fiercely wished to protect… it required sacrifice.

How does she break habit of performing? Who is Furina, if not the reflection of an Archon? She isn’t sure — and it was her duty to figure it out.

Neuvillette, with sharp eyes full of hope… Furina laughs at such a statement. ]

You always had to rush near the end. We rarely shared the cake. [ Mostly tea or other handheld sweets. Furina finally goes to pull the box and bring it to the small coffee table. Off she goes for plates and cutlery — yelling all the while. ] To answer your question, yes. Or the bed. I have not found myself too comfortable to leave the abode, if only because the media still buzzes for answers and more gossip. I’ve had the Traveler visit once or twice — but… it is merely me and my squadron of salon-savvy summons.

[ When she returns, she has a look nearly of embarrassment on her face. Saying such a thing out loud… it was a reminder of her own loneliness. ]

Please have a seat at the coffee table. A pillow on the floor will do or kneel.