Poor girl. Amoretta had been lonely, too. People avoided her... Lillet could see how Ichi would be avoided. Some of her personal fear was shunted to one side to make room for sympathy even as she blushed. Someone that beautiful - regal? She reminded her of the few paintings of royalty she'd seen at home, of the prince, Hiram, and of Amoretta - shouldn't have to say things like that.

You'd think I'd be used to this by now.

"Oh... Thank you, Ichi. I'd love to be your friend." She meant it, too. But business beckoned. This tower, she'd said, and she knew the people here. The idea that she wasn't alone was one full of hope. It was almost enough not to be flustered. "Um, if it's okay, could I ask you a few questions about where we are?"