Charlotte stands still, opened-mouthed as Stephanie flees into the night she's so boldly dedicated herself to. Words hang on her lips, about to drop but deciding the distance too great. "I'll come with" they said, and "Let's go together". The missed oppoertunity almost hurts, physically.

Almost.

Charlotte is a big girl, right? (don't answer oh please don't answer that)

"I'm going to go with Stephanie, Madame. It's a pleasure to have been in your shop, Madame Namine. Have a good evening." Leaving Namine's sewing kit neatly repackaged on the desk space she was using, Charlotte curtsies once, to the room, and moves quickly and quietly down the stairs and out the door.