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She stepped back, leaning softly against the wall so that the two could talk and sort things out. Amelia had heard Ein talk of the R.O.U.S. before but had never actually seen one despite the claim. She was pretty sure it was just a ghost tale, something to scare the customers or entice them to check out local lore. She believed in mythical creatures and magic but bear sized rats were a stretch, even for her. It made her silently chuckle a bit when a moment later Ein himself admitted to his not being serious about it. Amelia’s attention peaked when she was addressed with a question to which she answered with a soft smile and a shrug. Ludwig did seem to be the curious type but she didn’t know him well enough yet to judge anything for sure. It was a little startling for her to receive words of appreciation but it warmed her heart that the innkeeper had expressed them. She placed a hand gently over heart before giving a small bow.

Ein was a lot of things but she still respected him and it was the best way she could respond. If she could reply, she would have told him that she would do so any time. That she didn’t need the appreciation for such a simple act but this was the best she could manage. It seemed like a split second later, the older man was back in business mode as a glare was focused at Ludwig and they were back at getting things situated for the younger man’s stay. She pushed off the wall gently, listening to her companion’s reply and answers. This was one of the things that made this place amazing or at least people always said so. No matter what you were looking for, the Inn had it. It was just a matter of what you were wanting. She barely had time to register or think more on the matter though as a key flew by, Moe being the champion since she doubted either of them would have caught it. 

Amelia gave a small nod, following close behind as they both headed down the hallway until they were outside the door with the glossy plaque reading ‘101’. She looked to Ludwig, noticing that his arms were a bit preoccupied with the bags and went to give him a tap on the shoulder, planning to offer assistance but she ended up stopping mid air. Moe was again, the champion of keys it would seem. The two having a simple rhythm down without words as the squirrel ran down the boy’s arm, unlocking the door and even opening it so Ludwig could do the rest. Amelia blushed in embarrassment, pulling her arm back to tuck into her chest and before it could be noticed. She bit her lip lightly, closed her eyes for a split second so could get her embarrassment under control. This is why she hated meeting new people. There was no way to judge what she could just do and so she either had to be useless or risk upsetting someone. 

If she could have just spoken then she could have helped. Heck, there was a lot of things that would be easier if she could simply speak her mind. A lot of people misunderstood her actions or judged them without trying to see what she meant or ask her to clarify. She knew people that just avoided her because of how she seemed with others just by misreading. After all, writing only helped if people were willing to read it. It was Ludwig’s sudden exclamation about the room that had her drawing back from her thoughts. Amelia stepped closer, making sure to stay in the doorway so she wasn’t intruding. It did look nice and cozy. It looked in way better shape than the hallways, that was for sure. A growl from her stomach reminded her of where she had been headed when she had been side tracked with this adventure and clearly it wasn’t happy with her for doing so. Jack might have even been up and headed there by now too. 

Amelia gave a small knock on the door to grab Ludwig’s attention. She nervously stepped into the room, digging back into her pocket for the notebook and pencil and started writing her message slowly. It was very possible the answer would be no because she was after all a stranger and some people after a long trip just want to be alone. If that was the case then at least she had been able to meet someone new and help them out but if he said yes, then they could have more time to talk and maybe become friends. If anything, at least she would understand the person that might become a new mystery partner since there was the matter of their deal.

[color=31FFCC][i]𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮? 𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂’𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻.[/i][/color]

She held out the paper for him to see, looking at him with a hopeful expression. It wasn’t like she was in control of that but she did hope for a ‘yes’. It didn’t mean it would happen but at least she could say she tried. It was the best she could do after all. It wasn’t like she would beg if he said no. That would just be weird and okay, she was weird but not [i]that[/i] weird. 

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