Solan nodded toward Heloise’s response and awkwardly trailed behind her to where the master was seated. She listened carefully, realizing as well that Makarov hadn’t precisely told her that she was accepting into the guild, but was welcoming her inside the building, as if she were a tourist. This made her feel a bit embarrassed for just assuming he’d let in anyone willy-nilly just like that. This guild had high standards, but Solan wondered if she met these standards.

She listened to Heloise’s rather courageous words. She felt a bit of admiration in the way the girl spoke strongly of her reasons for wanting to join. Solan then pondered her own reasons for wanting to join. She never thought of it as a job and to get bread on the table. It didn’t seem Iron Tree was just a place for workers to clock in and out, as Makarov didn’t seem that of a manager. All this talk of family made her realize he may think the members as his actual family. Of course he’d be strict as to join, and all the more reason for her to worry about her acceptance inside.