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[h1][i][color=#8AB8E6]Mira Grace[/color][/i][/h1]
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ [color=#8AB8E6]#8AB8E6[/color] [color=#ebb40e]||[/color] Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ [color=#EBB40E]#EBB40E[/color]
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[center][i]So strong and beautiful... can she even be called human?[/i][/center]

Mira's eyes snapped open, and she shot upright in her bed with a start, the images that had coursed suddenly through her mind playing and replaying in the back of her head as she tried to make sense of the stream of memories she'd just witnessed. A terrifying battle, a victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, the image of Saber's lithe form dancing across the battlefield, and the celebration that followed all blurred together amidst the haze of sleep.

She rubbed her eyes, and as her vision refocused, it fell upon the ticking clock on the shelf opposite her bed. It was noon already? She'd slept in a lot later than usual... Then again, after exerting so much effort in summoning Saber, it was only natural.

Right. Saber. The last thing she remembered was dragging her Servant into a spare room with the help of a few of her puppets, then setting about healing her injuries as best she could. She'd been so exhausted afterward that she hadn't even bothered changing out of her day clothes before passing out.

She shambled to her feet, rubbing her eyes again and peering out the window. The courtyard was still black as night, the light of the sun not allowed to penetrate the absolute line of separation that distinguished her own territory from the lands outside. A few mana-based lights floated over the garden, painting the outside of her manor in an eerie, ghostly blue radiance. The trees and even the individual leaves of grass were utterly still, without so much as the slightest gust of wind to disturb them. It was as if the whole mansion was frozen in time - a still image, where nothing changed and everything continued onward into eternity.

And yet, there was a new feature in this still picture - an equally motionless, statuesque figure that stood watchfully by the front door.

Saber.

Mira turned and rushed out of her room, quickly scampering down the stairs and rushing into the main hall where solemn portraits hung illuminated by ghostly lights, seen by no one. Swinging open the door, she took a deep breath to calm her racing nerves, and then stepped outside with as much composure as she could muster.

[color=#8AB8E6]"S...Saber?"[/color] She piped up sheepishly from behind her Servant. [color=#8AB8E6]"You're up and about already... That's good, but... Are you alright?"[/color] It was no use feigning confidence in her own treatment. Honestly, she wasn't sure how much she'd managed to actually fix, beyond simply containing the damage from spreading any further. [color=#8AB8E6]"I'm sorry I couldn't do better, it's just... healing magecraft isn't exactly... er... my strong suit."[/color]