Eloa stepped over the threshold of Sho Kaga's door with caution. It's not that she was afraid, or rather she was, but it was a fear of messing something up, or tainting something. With what? Eloa was unsure. With mortality? Sho Kaga was immortal. There were so many books! And his bed?? What was the point in having one so large? Eloa went to the wheeled chair Sho Kaga provided and sat upon it. Her eyes still flitted about, however. It was intimidating being here.<br/><br/>"Uhm..." Eloa blushed. Why was she blushing?? She cleared her throat and shook her head while setting the papers down on desk. He had her in some kind of mood. "I've written an opening page explaining what the letter would include and your invitation." Eloa placed the cover page to the side. "We just...need to go over the advantages of the City being it's own government, plus any negotiations you have in mind." Eloa shifted in her seat uncomfortabley. "I think he will take advantage of your invitation and more than likely will wait to negotiate until he can meet you face to face, but it will be a diplomatic move to lay most, if not all, our cards on the table."<br/><br/>Eloa chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before blurting out. "Do you plan on doing that often?" Her brow was gently furrowed and a small frown was pulling at the corners of her lips. "Appear in my room. Just out of thin air." She was genuinely fretting over the idea, but she was unsure why. It's not like she was unused to people seeing her change. Of course, all those people were all women and Sho Kaga was not.