After stretching languidly, Muse scanned the hall once more to make sure truly no one was slacking off, then withdrew her gaze. She then tapped the desktop lightly with her unpainted middle finger and simply called out, "Water!"
"Water is here." As soon as Muse had spoken, someone brought over a cup of petal honey water at just the right temperature, presenting it to her with great respect.
Muse took the cup, sipped gently, savored for a moment, nodded contentedly, and then looked toward the person who had brought the water.
The individual was a tall, thin man, about thirty years old, around six feet tall, but his weight appeared to be, at most, only about 130 to 140 pounds, giving off an impression of being gaunt, with long shadows under his eyes that clearly resulted from prolonged sleep deprivation.
"Tsk." Muse let out a noise upon a glance at the man and said, "Franklin, the honey water you prepared this time isn't bad, it seems you've made progress."
