⚔️Serberia

-Ah, I understand. - Ilva said thoughtfully. She didn't have much affection for Cecilia, especially because of her conflicts with Claudia. She thought that being the first to reconcile with such a person was a little humiliating, but on the other hand, it was a noble and pure act, which was admirable.
-I'm not very good at this, but I'll try to help. - she said modestly. -Do you have any ideas? Hmm, maybe I could bake her some kind of dessert?

-- Thank you, teacher... -- said the Artherian, carefully taking the handkerchief, as if she was afraid to break something else. -- It's a pity, of course... Since there isn't one, it would be worth inventing... So that, poof, and a flower would immediately grow.
She tried to tidy herself up and, after thinking, picked up one of the damaged buds from the ground.
Without looking Vergil in the eye (but turning sideways), she extended this bud to him in her open palm.
-- Please don't be angry with me. I will try to improve...