We'll break this curse, together.

“ ♫  Even if my feelings become a curse

                  I don’t care if it all ends in vein, without any reward

       I can’t see anything but you anymore! ♫ “

Elizabeth was working on some new lyrics, one that told of an intense love for someone, growing increasingly frustrated that she can’t quite nail the feeling she scurried off to find some help.  “Sita!!”  Elizabeth chirped out, before taking a moment to catch herself.  Did… Did she run all the way here!?  “You’re an expert when it comes to all that lovey dovey stuff right?  I need help figuring something out for this new song so do you mind if I ask you some things!?”

The look in Elizabeth’s eyes was one of ‘I’m not taking no for an answer’ her tail flicked with excitement awaiting Sita’s response. 

“ Lovey...dovey? Wait, song? What in Sri Lakshmi's name are you talking about? ”

Needless to say Rama's mate is entirely confused by what the eccentric draconic girl is saying, something about an expert song? Lovey dovey? She didn't know, and unless Liz calmed down some she doubted she'd get a clear explanation either...

“ Oh, I am Archer, though my true name is Sita, the wife of Rama from the Ramayana of Indian Legend. ”

She answered with a polite smile after being slightly taken back by the strange person who'd approached her, but then, since coming to Chaldea she'd encountered all manner of peculiar individuals. So Sita quickly regained herself and responded with revealing her own identity, after all they were allies here right? And the small 'Oni' if she was pronouncing it right had been open enough to offer her own true name, it would be rude of Sita to not return the gesture in kind.

Sita leant back with a content sigh from where she'd sat atop that cold rooftop to the West, looking up to the night sky for a moment with a fulfilled smile, she'd already decided how this would end. At first it may have looked to onlookers if there were any as though she were a high school girl throwing herself blissfully back onto her bed after a splendid date with her crush.

But

She propped herself into her elbows and raised a knee slowly, now seemingly like she was in a relaxing bath, were it not for the huge ballista sized bow that materialised sideways between her feet, already drawn back taut. She still had to lose this Holy Grail War, so they could both win...

“ It's alright lord Rama, it's just sparring, target practice for my Bow, and swordplay with your Brahmastra... ”