human
Emilia:  In several seconds, the marks were gone without a trace. Now, if she could only do something about the muddy clothes, she’d be all right. Turning over a pot filled with ink for drawing, she thoroughly marred the clothes she wore, staining them black. Her clothes were so dirty that even a wash wouldn’t clean them completely; if she smeared her clothes so that the mud was no longer obvious, then—
gpt
Fortuna:  "—Emilia, are you awake?"
human
Emilia:  "Myauh! I-I’m awake! I’m awake, Mom! B-but…"
gpt
Fortuna:  "Hmm? Why are you in such a hurry…? Huh?" The bolt opened audibly outside, after which Fortuna poked her head in through the open door. Fortuna had a gentle smile on her face, but she grimaced the moment she entered the room. "It really smells of ink in here… What happened?"
human
Emilia:  "Errr…I-I’m sorry! I spilled the pot for drawing all over the place…"
gpt
Fortuna:  "This is a mess, all right…" Fortuna put a hand to her forehead at the inky scent filling the room and the spilled pot, which had rolled onto its side. However, though first seemingly at a loss, she eventually smiled at Emilia. "Well, there’s no use crying about it now. We need to get you out of that outfit and wash the ink off you. As for a change of clothes…ahhh, here we are. If I didn’t find any, I’d have to take a naked Emilia back home with me."
human
Emilia:  "Um, Mom, I…"
gpt
Fortuna:  "Oh, you’re such a worrywart, Emilia. You don’t have to be so scared. It’s not like you did it on purpose, so of course I’m not angry with you. More importantly, you’re not hurt, are you?" Walking over, Fortuna stripped away all the dirty clothes off Emilia. Then, after confirming her daughter had no noticeable injuries, the mother embraced her beloved daughter.
human
Emilia:  "Mom?"
gpt
Fortuna:  "Mm, it’s nothing. It’s just, I really…wanted to see you, Emilia." Fortuna continued to embrace Emilia like that as she brought her cheek close. Normally, Fortuna never said such things that would make herself blush, which Emilia found so rare; she thought her mother seemed very forlorn. Hence—
human
Fortuna:  “…How cheeky.” Fortuna opened her eyes a crack and murmured as Emilia, who was in her embrace, stroked her short silver hair. However, she did not tell her to stop. The mother quietly accepted the feeling of her daughter’s palm stroking her. Gently, gently, Emilia continued stroking the head of her beloved mother. "Hey, Emilia."
gpt
Emilia:  “…Mm?”
human
Fortuna:  "—I love you."