[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Mira nodded. [color=magenta]"I know."[/color] She recalled what she'd seen with her newly developing senses during her transformation - a dark cloud of leftover cursed energy, seeping from the baron to everyone else as it seemingly reacted with his poison. [color=magenta]"It's just... Let's hope it means he's learned a thing or two. Enough to let someone in here, at least."[/color] She glanced towards the room again. Jean hadn't deserved what he'd gotten, but nonetheless wasn't the easiest person to reason with, especially while dwelling on his own misfortune.

She made her way up the stairs, hitching up her skirt-like lower tier as she did so. That incident a few days ago when she'd tripped and nearly fallen down the steps wasn't something she wanted to repeat. Before she even got to the door, she could tell Jean was in there, his presence hanging in the air like the heavy dampness of an overcast day.

[color=magenta]"Sir."[/color] She knocked on the door. [color=magenta]"There's something Florentine and I wish to ask of you."[/color]