"What can you do for me?" The alchemist took the bait.
Elizabeth lightened up. "If you can describe her condition, that would be better." She was enthusiastic to help.
"Sit down," she urged Elizabeth to sit next to her.
She took the order and sat straight.
"This is supposed to be a secret between us two," the contempt dissipated and was replaced with laziness. "Honestly, I am so tired and stressed out. The symptom and the name of the disease is something to frown upon."
Elizabeth feigned ignorance and nodded, keen to help.
But then, the alchemist was disinclined to share the problem. Her mouth was opened before it shut close. "Can I trust you? The condition of the princess was supposed to be secret, though." She mumbled alone.
'It's exactly what you just said." Exclaimed Elizabeth so suddenly.
The alchemist flickered.