"… Fine… as long as you smile, my love." — Coming closer, Paul kissed her cheek. Indifferent to the disgusted chill he provoked in the child and those watching.
"GET AWAY FROM HER—!"
"I will meet you later Dad." — Marianne prevented her father from making any rushed decision. Peeking at the mother who from below also grabbed onto a bit of her skirt, letting her golden eyes look the most soft as they had looked while meeting her gaze between tears.
'Don't… rescuing me when I do not deserve it… Marianne… do not leave… my child…'
"… take care of mom." — Marianne, conflicted by what must have happened for the duchess to see her as her own lifted her head to see the shock in her father's, Thomas's and Clemente's hues. Nodding at the last one as the artefact Paul possessed wrapped them up to take them to the witch's presence. Yet in the confusion Marianne also dropped something of hers, hoping that it would help those she left. — 'I trust them to you Clemente.'
