[The princess is quick to react when she's suddenly literally swept up off her feet, wrapping her arms around Caster's shoulders and holding on tight as he leaps away from the wicker giant. Again, her stomach churns a little with the sudden movement and warping, but now is hardly the time to complain about something as inconsequential as that.
Just as it's hardly the time to complain about Caster's request. Oh, there's a part of her that's tempted to, certainly - the thought that this is not the time for such foolish dalliances sits on the tip of her tongue, as does the slight hypocrisy of it all when compared to the unfortunate experience that taught her of a Servant's need for an energy source beyond themselves. But ultimately those thoughts go unvoiced. Even if she's fairly certain that, yes, he's just using this as an excuse, the risk to this whole crazy plan if he isn't is simply too great to ignore. And... And maybe, just as there's a stern, responsible part of her that wants to demand equal seriousness from him, maybe there's a girlish part of her that's still a little excited and thrilled by the prospect of him wanting to kiss her, even in circumstances like these.
She stares up at him with wide blue eyes, and perhaps outwardly seems a little nervous, but she tilts her chin up regardless and answers--]
I... I told you to take whatever you needed, did I not?
[Perhaps the logical, rational thing to do would be to scale back on her word a bit there, but... she doesn't really want to. And how many lectures has she had about not ignoring what she wants...?]
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Just as it's hardly the time to complain about Caster's request. Oh, there's a part of her that's tempted to, certainly - the thought that this is not the time for such foolish dalliances sits on the tip of her tongue, as does the slight hypocrisy of it all when compared to the unfortunate experience that taught her of a Servant's need for an energy source beyond themselves. But ultimately those thoughts go unvoiced. Even if she's fairly certain that, yes, he's just using this as an excuse, the risk to this whole crazy plan if he isn't is simply too great to ignore. And... And maybe, just as there's a stern, responsible part of her that wants to demand equal seriousness from him, maybe there's a girlish part of her that's still a little excited and thrilled by the prospect of him wanting to kiss her, even in circumstances like these.
She stares up at him with wide blue eyes, and perhaps outwardly seems a little nervous, but she tilts her chin up regardless and answers--]
I... I told you to take whatever you needed, did I not?
[Perhaps the logical, rational thing to do would be to scale back on her word a bit there, but... she doesn't really want to. And how many lectures has she had about not ignoring what she wants...?]