#weakestinsanity

「I-- I thought it was covered up。。。 long ago, but it’s still there。」 She spoke softly and quickly, normally she wouldn’t spill such details like this, but with her emotions having gone haywire and being fully vulnerable in front of him, the words just started tumbling out。 「I thought I had covered the branding but。。。 it’s still there。。。 it’s still there。」 As her sentences fell and tumbled, so did her tears。 Her arms wrapping around herself in hopes of calming down a little quicker。

The Master openly chuckles at the compliment as the kitten sits herself beside Astolfo to watch him with keen interest. Adelha soon pouring Astolfo a glass of apple cider to then set it in front of the Rider. “I have not. So you would be the first to say so this morning. I appreciate the compliment, Astolfo.”

So Adelha sets a little bowl of raspberries in front of Astolfo to munch on while she continues her cooking. Soon picking up a bowl to start whisking the contents as she looks to the oven. “The cinnamon rolls should be done in a few minutes. But I will gladly make you some eggs and bacon to go with them. I am aware that knights and paladins tend to need lots of good food to keep up their strength and stamina. Especially the ones that have so much to do and people to see.”

“Oh for the love of-”

"Ehn..." A big sigh as he was outright still on the floor where he had been found after an unnecessary search, "Do I have to go, Master? Today is not a good day..." Lazy? Sure was being so. Reflected by how the floor beneath was the most comfortable mattress then and there, rolling onto his back with no issue whatsoever to face her proper.

"Can't you ask Achilles to go with you instead? I'm sure he'd be way more raring to go." A big yawn. She could easily threaten him to get up before she went to get Charlemagne or anyone with enough power to make him move, but what happened next was up to the Master.

"...You remind me of this one guy who can't stop yelling and only respects my Master with that much armor on you." Should be a safe thing to say, hopefully, "Isn't it a bother to wear that much cover on you?" The questions were almost too innocent and childish, so he hoped Homura didn't mind them, too.

At this point the Grey Knight was used to people much smaller in comparison approach and ask their many questions, yet never certain how to answer them - especially considering she was supposed to keep her and her order's existence a secret.

"I do not know who you are or who you speak of, but as for myself I cannot give away too much information. Suffice to say that I am physically connected to this armour to help move more freely." Even with that she questioned herself on becoming less 'Astartes-like'; it had been years since she last met one after all.