Oh, what a good idea! [She can probably spin a poor replica of some of the games Ilya used to play in the forest at home, at least, or to stand beneath her
She takes Saber's arm without a second thought, refusing to lean on her for Ilya's sake but accepting the escort nonetheless. Raising her voice to the time-honored tone of "summoning mother," she calls out down the avenue.]
Ilya, let's get going!
[Something about the configuration here, Ilya running ahead of them and Saber offering to walk with her, rattles a memory of similar strolls. It could be a carbon copy, albeit drawn up in this dark underground city and with different people. She freezes.]
no subject
She takes Saber's arm without a second thought, refusing to lean on her for Ilya's sake but accepting the escort nonetheless. Raising her voice to the time-honored tone of "summoning mother," she calls out down the avenue.]
Ilya, let's get going!
[Something about the configuration here, Ilya running ahead of them and Saber offering to walk with her, rattles a memory of similar strolls. It could be a carbon copy, albeit drawn up in this dark underground city and with different people. She freezes.]