She doesn't pour any tea for herself, stays standing, tense and wary. Her eyes on both of them. Devero spoke first. It was good that he was here, he could speak to Sanzo in a way she couldn't.

Even if Sanzo spoke, about how he didn't want to influence her choice, to good or bad. As if that wasn't the problem. She doesn't know what the correct answer is. How could she choose with just her own wishes?

She sighed, a very deep sigh. It was a lot, all this thinking. "You do be being right, I did no never really be needing to be choosing before." She tilted her head. "I did be thinking. I did no be telling you a lot of things and I do no be being the only person who do be needing to be choosing here."

After all what would choosing do if he decided she was despicable? She took a breath, gathering all of her courage. "Will you be listening?"