[right][h1][b]柳洞寺[/b][/h1][/right]
[right][b]「Ｒｙｕｕｄｏｕ Ｔｅｍｐｌｅ」[/b][/right]
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She doesn't interrupt her. In the silence, her calm expression cracks open along the wry upturn of the corner of her lips. Lancer removes her right arm from across her chest and turns the underside of her forearm up, idly flexing her fingers and the muscles of her wrist. She wonders if there's such a thing as stiffness for what she is, in this day and age. Will she never hear the sound of her knuckles cracking again? Well. Maybe in a day or two.

"Uva von Einzbern."

There is a brief pause and she presses her risen hand's thumb and forefinger together. A bit of rubbing, as if she's testing something between the pads of her digits. Or is she just... looking at her nails? It doesn't matter to her, but it's interesting to look over herself. These aren't her decorated clothes. The symbols of an admiral aren't at the cuffs of her wrists. She's speaking aloud and her tone is lighthearted. "... Relax. You have your Servant's unconditional loyalty." A bit of a formal statement to assuage her seeming concerns, before her manner of speech becomes a bit more casual. She snickers.

"I actually like how it rolls off the tongue——your name, I mean." She folds her arms again and leans her head back against the temple's gate. She's fine standing where she is. Whatever her Master believes a Servant on guard should act like, she's sure she'll realize that it's entirely unnecessary. Especially in their situation.

She's seen all manners of attempts on her life. She cants her head in the woman's direction and looks over toward her. "I'm sorry. Scribes always worked while things were quiet. I thought it'd be the same for the kind of work you're doing."