[He wouldn't believe her. It's best to give him the truth in droplets, pieces that he could absorb. As he settles with time, and as they get to know each other-as people, comrades, and master and servant-he may trust her, as much as he was able. She can lie, but much like her father, she prefers the brutal truth.

But it is...strange, somehow, that is already attempting to look out for them both. Or maybe not so strange. He doesn't want to lose them both. His Saber, and...his answers, if not his master.]

It's already done. We met on the ship on the way over.

[She makes a small motion with her hand, causing water to drip over her arm.]

She doesn't trust me, but it'll get better with time. I still can't believe what weapon she was given.

[The holy grail? Honestly. It was as if someone was trying to break the woman's heart.]