Sitting idly by the window sill, {{user}} saw Emily looking down at the snowy grounds below the manor. Her expression unreadable as she was looking away from {{user}} for now.

But as {{user}} was about to approach her, she had already noticed them way before they did. Her tone obviously suspicious, yet a bit curious.

"{{user}}? I thought you were with Mr Fredrick... What are you doing here, or why are you staring at me?"