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As Grian silently suffers, all Emile can do is kneel beside him with a worried look on her face. As he tries to get up, he finds himself collapsing again, and Emile looks as though she's about to cry. [color=deepskyblue]"Please, don't over-exert yourself! T-take it easy, please, just for a moment..."[/color] Her words were apparently rewarded in her eyes as Grian suddenly rose to his feet, Emile looking up at him, her frown turning upside-down. However, his words were somewhat... discouraging to the young noble. [color=deepskyblue]"Oh, umm... OK. Th-thank you, tho- eeek!"[/color] Grian suddenly slamming the door causes the young woman's heart to skip a beat, her breathing rapidly accelerating as she begins making assumptions in her mind. 

[color=deepskyblue][i]'Oh no, what did I do...? Did I make him mad? I know he was drunk last night but he seemed really happy - I'm going to have to apologise... W-was it because I called him by his first name...? He could be a noble - I-I should probably address him like one... Ohhh, I just want to get some ice cream and watch anime in my room right about now...'[/i]

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[color=deepskyblue][i]'Wait... my room...? Anime...?'[/i] Emile ponders these things a few moments more, thinking hard as to why they feel so familiar to her, and yet at the same time remain out of her grasp. Saving her from her own thoughts was Barkley, Grian's butler, who inquires as to what she would like. [color=deepskyblue]"O-oh, um, m-maybe a water and a sandwich... I-I'm not too hungry, s-sir."[/color] She doesn't want to have Grian's hospitality appear taken advantage of, so she attempts to be as modest as possible. In truth she was starving, not quite sure when she last ate, but it she has a feeling it was awhile ago. As she herself gets to her feet, her stomach grumbles uncomfortably. [color=deepskyblue]"Actually... please make that three sandwiches, if possible..."[/color] 

Grian didn't return for awhile, but when he did would find a rather comfortable Emile eating away at her third sandwich with eyes filled with glee. Clearing her throat and washing down the food with water, she gives the butler a bright-eyed stare. [color=deepskyblue]"M-Mister Barkley, that was amazing! I don't think I've had a finer food, ever!"[/color] There was absolutely zero exaggeration in her tone, though someone who possibly hadn't eaten in days would surely think anything that was done well to be from another world. [color=deepskyblue]"I-I must learn how to cook from you, s-sir! I-if it pleased S-sir Grian, I would be more than willing to work as a member of your staff to help compensate for my stay!"[/color] It was then that she noticed Grian's presence and nervously finds herself going a light red. He speaks of allowing her a place to stay, an awkward pause occurring between the two, before Grian speaks up again about her missing memories. 

Emile simply shakes her head.

[color=deepskyblue]"A-all I know for certain, Sir Grian, is that I w-woke up yesterday in the middle of a field... Everything in town felt familiar to me, but when I thought about it more, I b-began to realise I didn't know why. I get other things randomly but I don't quite know what they are, like anime and my room, but everything about them is blank or blurry. I have no idea where I came from..."[/color] Though she appears in a somewhat depressed state momentarily, Emile quickly perks right back up. [color=deepskyblue]"Oh, but before I forget! Thank you very much for taking me in, sir! Especially since I have no idea who I really am or where I'm from - not everybody would believe such a thing, I'm sure... B-but I'd feel bad if I freeloaded off of you until I knew my origin; I'm not even certain I would have sufficient compensation waiting once I did! Th-therefore, u-umm, I had an idea..."[/color] Emile squirms nervously in her seat, starring down at her hands, held at her lap. [color=deepskyblue]"I'm afraid I don't know too much outside of some cooking knowledge and clothing... I'm a b-bit of a scaredy-cat and get nervous all the t-time... B-but, I can work really hard and will learn as quick as it takes!"[/color] 

Suddenly, the young noblewoman stands with a serious look on her face, sweat dripping down her brow. [color=deepskyblue]"Sir Grian..."[/color]

She gulps, then bows before him. 

[color=deepskyblue]"C-could you please hire me to work h-here...?"[/color]