The latter half of the sentence, "anything is possible," was whispered by Tifa, only audible to Shard and her. It was evident that being away from Tobesk, and distant from her master, Miss Maid had her own little schemes.
Shard nodded lightly and glanced around perfunctorily:
"I'm glad you're getting used to this place. If there's anything you need, please feel free to tell me. You know, for me, this city is just a carriage ride away from Saint Delan Square. Ahem..."
He quietly took the hand of the black-haired maid, who blushed slightly, her head lowered, eyes looking up at him with a certain charm.
"In any case, things here might continue for quite some time. Tifa, you need to be prepared for a lengthy stay in this place."
"Yes, I will often communicate with Matilda, she's a maid too, we'll have many common topics to discuss."
