( for a moment, he is reminded of furina, the swap between playful and pensive both common and abrupt in her day-to-day life. the ability to put on a mask and then take it off, a key trait for any performer.

it prompts from him a small surge of protectiveness, a desire to see that this young woman does not suffer too much while she is a guest of the resort. though she seems to be doing alright so far, there's no telling what might happen in the future the longer they stay here.

he accepts the water brought by their waitress, and takes a slow sip as he waits and listens. her fears are certainly valid, and there's little he can say or do to assuage those fears. )

Surely they would not force us to sit through droll parties the entire time. ( he sounds offended by the very idea, a deep frown cutting across his face. ) If they truly wish for us to thrive and participate in that game of theirs, then some peace and privacy should be the least they can afford us.

( peace and privacy to do as they like, whether that be rest or think up personalized song lyrics. )