Kura gently rolled the cart out of the way. She glances at the young female. She was mature for her age. Saddening slightly, yes. But a good thing. She hums in thought. "Charity for the Belladonna Orphanage." She replies. She had grown used to having Addilyn as her "host". She rather enjoyed the young girl. She was so sweet and quiet. Much better then some of the other humans she had to work for in the past. It was her and Addilyn, as well as the cook, and a few other maids and Butler's. How this house stayed neat and tidy was beyond her. The other four were a little helpless at every day chores. But when it comes to the young mistress, all of them would give their lives to protect her. "The Queen also sent a letter. Another murder. It's the third one this week."
Addilyn sighs, shaking her head. "Of course there's another murder. Are you suggesting we stop in for a while to look around, gather evidence for possible suspects?" Addilyn was slightly annoyed. She never liked the thought of death, but knew it was inevitable for every living creature.
"As for the charity, I might donate a little." Addilyn wasn't a snob, she enjoyed helping others, since she, herself, was technically an orphan, without parents.
Kura nods. "That would be best. And there's a pattern to murders as well." She hands the letter to the other. "Apparently their heart and a lock of hair have been cut away." she explains, walking to the bed and making it rather quickly. "As for the charity, that can work." She smiled a little bit. "I think it would be suitable to visit the orphanage. Make an appearance." She explains, her eyes landing on Addilyn.
"I will. I usually do, anyway." Addilyn brushes her hair away from her face, her eyes curious, yet perplexed, looking down at the floor before rising to look at Kura.
"I don't understand who'd want a woman's heart and a lock of their hair. Perhaps a cult, maybe. It seems logical, but I have no doubt that the murders will continue until someone catches the perpetrator." Addilyn bit her lip, "It will either help or hinder that I'm female. I'd wish to say help, but I can't do anything against a grown man." She was uneasy about working with cases such as these. Murder wasn't all fun and games, especially when the motive was unclear.
Kura smiles a little as she gazes at her mistress. She hummed with thought. "It would indeed make sense that it would be a cult." She thought for a moment before hearing her mistresses worry. She turns her mistress towards her and tilts her chin to look and her, her ruby red eyes gazing into the others. "Mistress. My I remind you of our contract? You are my host. I am your Guardian. If you order me, I will protect you until your last breath. No one shall lay a hand on you as long as we are still bound by the mark." She removes her glove to show the burning mark on her hand.
"I know that, but yet I still worry. Someday, somewhere, you might not be there, and I'll be defending myself with what little strength I have." Addilyn changed, brushing her hair out from under the dress. She was trying to grow it out, as it ended just past her shoulders. Considering what she said for a moment, Addilyn sighs. "Sorry. It was quite rude of myself to underestimate your loyalty. You know how I'm not very trusting of people. I didn't mean to direct it towards you, especially." Addilyn's hand covers her mark, something usually hidden by fancy gloves.
