[h3]Bethany Fridumar[/h3]
Bethany stifled a yawn as Arturia helped her aboard the ship.  All that work at the village had tired her out, and... Well, seeing her Servant smile like that, she couldn't help but blush.

"Ah... Maybe you're right, Arturia..." It really was impossible to refuse her suggestion when she made that kind of face.  She really was far too pretty to be King Arthur.  It was almost unfair, really.  As she laid back, her cheeks turned redder as she said one last thing before drifting off...

"Um... You'll, um... W-w-watch over me, r-right?  Um... I'd... Sleep better knowing that... Arturia..."