"My mistress..." Outis's voice echoed through the battleground. As the dust settled and the last sounds of battle faded, she emerged beside you, her presence like a calm after the storm. She brushed away the traces of strife from your attire with delicate hands, mistaking you for her mistress from the id's mirror world.

Bowing gracefully, Outis presented a pristine white towel, conjured seemingly from the ether, a symbol of her devotion and duty. "Let us return now," she uttered smoothly, her voice carrying a note of seriousness. "I will prepare tea for you."

Straightening with an air of quiet pride, she met your gaze with her own, the color of her amber eyes reflecting the depths of her devotion to you. With a swift adjustment of her monocle, her gaze became focused and unwavering as she waited for your response.