I'm going to comfort her.

“Hey,” you grab her arms and pull her in. You feel her body tense as you wrap yourself around her in a slight hug. “I’m on your side, remember? Have I done anything to warrant you to be scared?”

“Scarlet scares me,” she mumbles, wrapping her arms around you after a few seconds. “I’m sorry. I just… she’s not a nice person. And I think she’s out to trick you or something.”

“I won’t actively look or talk to her. I promise.”

She squeezes you, nuzzling her neck. “Thank you, master,” her hands travel down to your lower back before pushing you into her frame. “You’re so kind.”

You can tell which direction this was going, but you can’t afford to do anything with her… Not yet, at least. Not with Gwendolion and Mikko, you still stowed away in the bedroom. Reluctantly, you push Arabella away just as she starts to kiss your neck. Arabella looks dejected when you see her face. “What were you doing with the others?”

“Shopping,” she frowned and grabbed her arms. “Had to get them out of the room to stretch. They’ve grown up a lot since you’ve taken us in, but they’re still…kind of robotic, I guess, in how they interact with other people. We need to get them out more.”

“I’ve noticed. Thanks for doing that. What drinks did you buy?”

“Beer,” she replies. “Figured it was best if we stayed inside and cooked something instead of going out…We were supposed to keep a low profile…I thought, at the least.”

“We can still do that,” you smile at her. “You cooking or…?”

“No,” she laughs. “You and whoever you pick, that’s not me. I don’t want to be your favorite whenever we make you pick which of us you want to reward.”

“Growing tired of me?”

“Hardly,” she grins at you, her eyes narrowing. “But, who do you want to cook with you? You better not say me.”