Lucille's breath caught; Gwenneth was<em>old</em>, but she'd always seemed...Well, immortal- She'd trained Lucille herself since the latter had been a little girl, after all; It was hard to imagine what it'd be like *without* her around...She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, at the thought- Replaced by a surge of mingled excitement and will. If Grandma had called her, specifically, on today of all days...It *had* to be important.<br/><br/>"H-how can I help, Grandma?" Lucille murmured, peeking up at Gwenneth, her voice tight- Meeting those milky eyes with her own emerald gaze. "-What can I do?" Her gloved fingers gripped the Gunner's Broom just a little tighter, closer to her, as the shiver of anticipation rippled up her spine- She wasn't going to let Gwenneth down...Though she didn't have more than the vaguest *inkling* of what might lie ahead...