The card that had only moments previously been taken with an excess of reverent care, dropped from Emily's lifeless fingers. The maid followed it to the floor soon after, feeling suddenly weak at the knees.

"Dy...Dynamic Exit!" She softly exclaimed, staring at the empty window. Certainly it had only been from the first floor, but still, she had been correct in her assessment that Don Serah was not just another girl. Such style! Such an excellent sense of dramatic timing!

Well pleased, Emily picked herself up off the floor with an air of vindication surprising in one who had basically just swooned. With a quick stretch and a crack of the neck, Emily was about to get back to cleaning when a flash of white caught her eye. Crouching down once more, the maid quickly scooped up the fallen card. She eyed the cute paper bunny shape for a moment before giving it a small smirk, "Well played, principessa. Let's do our best from here on."