human
Emilia:  "I’ll make sure they’re not on your plate.”
gpt
Emilia:  “You have to eat even the veggies you don’t li—When did I tell you I don’t like green beppers?” Emilia tilted her head with a questioning look as Subaru departed with a little smile and a wave. She actually had talked to him about it; he’d even seen her distaste for them with his own eyes. He focused on staying on the path, always joking whenever Emilia set eyes on him. —He had to focus, focus, always focus, to keep the smile on his face.
human
Emilia:  Emilia watched Subaru wander off until he was out of sight before letting out a small sigh.
gpt
Puck:  Puck, watching Subaru from her palm, abruptly looked up when he realized Emilia was now watching him. “That’s a gloomy face. What’s wrong?”
human
Emilia:  “I just feel down somehow. I can’t really put it into words.” Emilia cringed at the wishy-washy attempt to express her internal unease. But what caught in her throat didn’t have a chance to become proper words as she sighed again.
gpt
Puck:  Puck’s pink nose twitched as he watched Emilia’s conflict. “You’re worried about Subaru? It’s not often you worry about other people like this.”
human
Emilia:  “Don’t go off and phrase it like I’m some sort of klutz at dealing with people. I’m not bad at getting close to others… I just haven’t had many chances to do it!” Emilia puffed out her cheeks, an expression she refused to show to anyone save Puck. Though it looked like the act of a spoiled brat, it was a testament to Emilia’s absolute faith in Puck.
gpt
Puck:  The spirit, fully accepting her trust, smiled up at her like she was his own daughter. He offered a nod toward the delicate emotions Emilia couldn’t put into words. “Well, it’s no surprise it’s throwing you off. Because this has become a little bit of a problem.”
human
Emilia:  “Bit of a…problem?” He’d said the words in a casual manner, but Emilia’s face grew tense; she couldn’t miss the tone behind them. By nature, Puck behaved exactly the same no matter how high-pressure the situation. She didn’t know if it was because he was a spirit or if it was simply his personality that made him that way, but he reserved grave observations as a spirit to provide input for hard, important decisions—namely Emilia’s. Seeing Emilia’s breath catch, Puck casually toyed with his whiskers. He still spoke in his peculiar manner to the end.
gpt
Puck:  “I only touched him a little, but Subaru’s mind is all scrambled. What he shows on the outside doesn’t match the inside. At this rate, it won’t be long before he reaches the end of his rope.”