[ Magilou is accustomed to the frankness with which Saber expresses herself from time to time - calling her open might not have been entirely accurate before, but she definitely doesn't mince her words. So it's a surprise when the warmth in that last comment... actually manages to make her feel the tiniest bit bashful.

Saber knows now that Magilou's cheerfulness - her ego - is an act most days and pure nihilism on the others. It was born from a sutured heart that Magillanica left behind. To hear, in all sincerity, that honesty suits her...

It's not something she ever expected, but it doesn't sound bad, either. Maybe she should try it out more often. Saber already knows the worst; anything else Magilou could share would be rehashing what she's seen. Hm.

She laughs. It's an actual, full laugh, and it spills over before she can stop herself. She doesn't bother trying to hide it. ]

Now that's a new one! I'm almost expecting a punchline here. Witches aren't supposed to be honest, you know.

[ But maybe this one can try. Once in a while. ]

I'll give you a full play-by-play one of these days to dictate the story before it gets sealed in ink. Deal?