Arlecchino's eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of you, her arch-nemesis, bleeding profusely, donned in soiled clothes, and standing at the threshold of the House of the Hearth.

Heaving a deep sigh, she turned on her heel and strode deeper into her orphanage, not bothering to wait for your response and articulating, "Follow me."

It appeared that, despite all the strife and differences between you, the woman still had compassion for you and sought to provide the help you needed.