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And at the exact same time as Miss Sincaden was silently musing about her lack of exposure to Ryunosuke’s earlier proceedings, the lawyer himself was just as equally contemplating what she saw in him to be so confident in his abilities. Clearly she had not been present for that first trial . . . and one he oft wished he could forget ever happened, that he had ever assisted in guaranteeing the acquittal of a man who ended up as guilty as they came. His name had been just as sullied as The Reaper’s, in a sense . . . but given a second chance both in the courtroom and in the eyes of those who had such shocking belief in him—

Well, needless to say, while Ryunosuke would never truly understand from where it came, he wouldn’t easily forget or ignore it; people like Miss Susato, Mr. Sholmes, Iris . . . and now Miss Sincaden were the driving force to his eventual success. Their support meant more than he’d ever find the words to express, and even if he sometimes couldn’t help thinking he hadn’t done nearly enough to deserve it . . . he’d never be anything short of endlessly grateful.

“I . . . Well, I wouldn’t say I have ‘nerves of steel,’” the lawyer hastily corrected her, though he was somewhat pleased to hear the rather less-than-steeled nerves of his weren’t totally obvious to the rest of the courtroom. Perhaps to those not standing directly beside him, it was harder to tell how much he was truly struggling . . . Miss Susato certainly enjoyed pointing out when he looked like a frightened lamb. “But, ah . . . Thank you, as always, Miss Sincaden. I must admit having a friendly face in the gallery is exceptionally helpful.”

Certainly, he didn’t always know when she was there, but . . . it was rather hard to miss her stark red hair.

Ryunosuke considered her encouragement. “True. And even then, if there’s something to be gained from this upcoming trial, perhaps my time investigating here will at least help with my sense of direction,” he noted. Even if said investigation basically kept him confined to one place . . . it had to count for something. “Speaking of . . . Will you be attending this trial, as well?”

"Oh, you're very welcome," the petite maid was happy to reply. Of course, she had minimal context as to the real weight of his words and gratitude. Not that it would have mattered, even if she had. Perhaps made her even more willing to bestow her encouragements and what not.... which might have gotten a bit much. So, perhaps a situation of fate doing as it thought best~

Still, whether she was aware or not, Daedra had to imagine Ryunosuke had more than his share of hardships in the busy city of London. Despite how it presented itself, the redhead was -well aware- that England didn't always cater to those it counted as 'outsiders', and that definition could alter as it needed. If she was correctly reading into his admissions, it seemed her defense attorney friend was getting his fair share of it, too.

It was only natural for the 'outcasts' to bundle together... as it were. There was usually comfort to be found in 'company'.

"Were I able, I'd be more than happy to give you some actual cheers from the gallery seats! Er... but that does seem a bit inappropriate," she added with a giggle. She usually got a few side-glanced glares when she took a moment to squeeze through for a better view below. Daedra doubted the response would bode well if she cheered in a manner similar to being at a horse track...

As it were, Daedra found it a bit surprising when he asked on her attendance for the upcoming trials on particular. "I hadn't actually considered going," the small maid admitted in truth. "From all the talk in the street and through the newspapers, I figured it would be hard to make it inside. It sounds as if quite a lot of people wish to attend! However, I could certainly try, if you'd like me too," she was quick to offer, smiling and eager to be supportive.

"I'm sure if I asked Lord van Zieks, he might let me attend for the duration! He let me go when I mentioned I wanted to see him in court, so I'm sure it'll work again!"

Back then, that had been her intention for going to the Old Bailey initially. Having known little of her employer's past prowess, she had initially wished to attend to see him in action. Of course, the stern aristocrat had seemed displeased, mentioning how 'the workings of law were a serious matter', and 'not to be made akin to that of a performance for amusement, like a gaudy, low rent Vaudeville.' However... he had still allowed her the holiday to attend and see him at his craft, when it came down to it.

Surely she could try again, even if she was less enthused to watch the man who payed her living wages be rather mean-spirited and harsh to her current companion... Lord Barok didn't need to know that specifically though.

"Oh-- you still get to investigate the crime area, even while a trial is happening?" Daedra couldn't help but ask, having picked up his prior statement. While she knew some things concerning the law and the judiciary, she wasn't very experienced with the whole process.

"I always thought the police found everything and gave it to the court to discuss! Show what I know~"

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"Something memorable?"

Maria felt a spark of mischief. "Well, there's the scalp massage, the cryotherapy, the blood facial...oh, there's also cupping. Have you tried that? They put little bowls on your back, and it takes away all your stress. I'd definitely get that before you leave."

What Maria failed to disclose was that fire was involved, making the cups very tight, to the point that they left huge red bruises.

Daedra's large eyes gave a slow blink, still clearly trying to process any of what Maria had said. All of those sounded... very extreme. They probably were, as the redhead was vaguely aware of the concept: beauty is pain.

'Cupping', as her co-worker put it, certainly didn't seem bad.

"Oh? Well, I don't think myself so terribly stress, but a massage or something relaxing like that might be nice! I don't think it would be wise for me to try a beauty treatment that might require a lot of visits to have a reaction for, too. Does it really make you feel that relaxed?"

"I..see..."

Well, that made sense. Unless Daedra had a very lucrative side job selling newt cozies or what-have-you, there was no way she could afford to visit this club on her salary! And it also explained why she looked completely lost.

"Well, it is a small world, isn't it," she said. "What are you planning to have done?"

Daedra's expression fell a bit as her eyes turned back down to the pamphlet. It wasn't very long, perhaps a very spatial three-sided list but... well, it might have been a mile long with all the options.

"Er... I'm not sure," the redhead admitted, flipping the shiny printed pamphlet to the back, then front again. "I can basically get one full treatment per my friend's discount. So... it would be nice to get something memorable, but... they all seem interesting."

Translation: Daedra didn't know what half of the treatments were even for.

"Daedra?! What are you doing here?"

From what she knew about the other woman, Maria was certain that her favorite health club-slash-spa was far out of her price range. And yet, here she was. She had to get to the bottom of this!

Daedra had her nose buried in a pamphlet, her usual habit of trying to absorb any new information about.... anything, when she could. Blinking, the redhead looked up, only to see Maria. While surprised at the occurrence, the secretary was certainly not shocked to see the prosecutor in such a place.

This absolutely seemed more the blonde woman's vibe than her own--

"Ms. Maria, hello," Daedra greeted, rather happily. Now out of their work setting, the much smaller woman felt she didn't need to be as on edge. They were just ladies at a spa currently; on equal ground as it were (not really).

"I was just looking about," Daedra explained. "I ran into an old friend on mine the other day; turns out she works here and offered me a discount as a first timer! I normally don't come to spas, but.... I thought it would be rube not to accept the invitation."

And massive discount.

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