Taking a moment to drown the embarrassment of her following actions as she lightly lifted, Marianne's hands went up his limbs to request his help in their move. Looking at him with a clear need for his ready pamper.
'Zeleskiaz... Take me out of here…'
"? Er, my lady? Y-You should rest a little more…"
'No… I want to leave.'
"…"
'… Take me to my room... Please, Zeleskiaz…' — Placing her hands on the birth of his shoulders with great effort in standing, Marianne demanded in quiet. Feeling frail as her emotions wanted the two of them to continue talking somewhere else.
Hence, the lady's persistence could not be ignored by the troubled Crown Prince.
