Aurelia shakes her head, and sends another mental nudge to the maid to better support Robin while she cuddles up against it. The maid is not warm, pleasantly cool instead to the touch. Aurelia silently scolds herself for growing soft, but it lacks any heat. Boat has changed her, despite her best efforts.

“I don’t think anything I tell you now, you would remember.” She comments, watching the colors of Robin’s aura fade and pulse.