[h2]Saber[/h2]

Saber found one of her eyebrows raising.

"Exactly why is our matching relevant?" she asked, folding her arms. That statement seemed rather excessively fanciful. For what reason did that matter? Hmph, it was quite simply a foolish thing to say. They were allies, but this was not the sort of war in which you fought under the same banner and wore the same colors, which meant that there was no particular reason for such a comment other then simple fancy. It was a silly thing to say, at least in the black-haired Servant's opinion. "... Whatever silly reason you have for saying that, something like the outfit you are wearing now will do."

Admittedly, Saber would have liked something a bit different, but she was not going to protest the offer. Indeed, it seemed easy enough to move in and that was her chief requirement when it came to clothing she would be wearing into a potential battle.

"The sooner I am dressed, the sooner we may leave and register with the Overseer," Saber added with a nod, "So we should do this quickly."

It was a logical statement in the youthful swordswoman's mind, and she nodded to herself firmly. As a Servant, removing her armor and hakama would be effortless and instant, and with her Master's help dressing herself in the new outfit would be quick and easy. Saber's concerns now shifted to strategy and how to defend her Master in transit. Ideally there would be few enemies willing to expose themselves so quickly on the first night, but...

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