[ Neuvillette and Furina shared a home, in a sense – trapped and looking out to the world through those trials. Rarely did they partake in ways that felt... real. The last time she had tried, she was nearly assassinated. Dancing down the street, pawing for cats... she wanted moments like that for so long. ]

Wetter... [ The texture makes her cringe a bit, but she pays him no mind. Yet, the subject was a wave to the shore: here and gone before they knew it. A foam of uncertainty left its wake. ] You view us ...as friends. Not coworkers or those bound by a similar duty?

[ The clarity was important. ]

The amount of questions must feel like a dam breaking. [ Furina looks down, sighing a little. ] I would not be sure to say I don't belong. There's plenty of people who have called for me in the streets, begged to hear stories or invited me to tea. Deep down, fathoms below... there's a fear I can't quite pinpoint.

[ There's a sad little smile as she takes her bite.

Does she deserve this cake as much as she does her happiness? ]

I must confess to something.