"… Um… Theressa? Can you hear me…?"
"… mn.."
"Theressa, only for a moment…" — Noticing how there was an apparent effort from the girl in trying to focus on her sound, Marianne swallowed, hoping to get one answer at least if possible. Although the circumstances appeared to oppose a favourable outcome. — "What you said… what do you mean by loving me like you truly wanted to…?"
"…"
"Theressa? Are you listening??"
"…"
"… fairies can't you do something?" — At the lack of response she asked the fairies hiding in her strands aware that it was not solely herself that found this scene unsettling. — "Perhaps with your powers… so she may wake up for a moment."
"ngh~ sleepy we are as well, Ninth… mm… I say the soul of the girl feels bleary and yet so happy~… nonetheless, more cannot be told."
"Yaaawn~ right~… Like the man she has been soiled as well… although, it appears improper, poorly. Hrm… She repels the soil…?"
"Seems like so… huff… Erna is sleepy. Much we cannot do, Ninth…~"
