Aurelia nods, agreeing to the terms without much concern. She knows the taste of pride in another’s aura well and cares little for the taste. No need to provoke it. She dips a finger into the blood pooling on the ground, ignoring the burn it leaves on her finger and flicks it into her shadow behind her. The shadow writhes on the ground, before ripping itself off it and forming into the vague shape of a person. Aurelia glances away from Robin, focusing her gaze on it until the shadow’s writhing resolves itself into the silhouette of a woman wearing a maid dress.

The shadow maid steps over and reaches down and gently scoops Robin out of the blood, one arm under her knees and the other around her back in a delicate princess carry. Aurelia stands and gestures for the maid to follow her, drifting back in the vague direction she remembers the lounge being.

The Harmony… also sounds familiar? Someone on the boat had mentioned it to her, but she’d been distracted at the time. She turns her attention back to Robin and asks. “What is The Harmony? Your patron deity?