You turn to go, remember something mid-turn, and transform it into a slick 360 spin.
"Before I go: Hope didn't ask ta be made. She had no say in what she looked like. Whatever problems ye think ye have with her, she's an innocent in all this. I'd like ye ta remember that."
Her mouth tightens, clamping off any objections, and she nods.
"Alright, I'm off. You and Simon can catch up while ye wait." You snap your fingers. "Oh, right, I never introduced ye ta Djura. Maria, this is Djura o' the Powder Kegs. He broke his arm in half punchin' Ludwig. It was awesome."
The old man gives an awkward sort of bow. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," she replies.
You turn for real this time and trek back to the nearest lantern, leaving behind an awkward silence that Djura tries to break by talking about guns. You're gone before you get a chance to determine his success.
Hope is seated on her usual ledge with what looks like a single Messenger on her lap. Closer inspection, however, reveals it as a tiny version of Ebrietas, which excitedly waves a tentacle at your approach.
I studied a lantern and figured out how to project myself here!
"I can see that," you reply, picking her up so you and Hope can do your customary bow. It's like holding a tube sock full of overeager gelatin. "Why the travel size?"
It's easier to maintain, especially since my real body is still working with Yurie.
"She has been telling me more of the waking world," says Hope with a smile. "She is a delightful companion and an excellent source of knowledge.
"Aye, she's somethin'," you say, patting your miniature acolyte on the head. It jiggles a bit with each pat and you release her to flutter onto Hope's shoulder. "Introduced her ta Gehrman, yet?"
"Not yet; he has been busy working on your commissions, although he should be about done."
"That's good, because, well, I'm bringin' Maria. She wants to talk ta him."
Hope clutches her hands together tightly enough to audibly creak.
"Does she know about me?"
"She does, yeah."
She looks down, heedless of Ebrietas' tentacle pats. "I suppose worrying will do nothing. I shall do my best to make her stay comfortable."
"Ye'll do great, I'm sure."
The nearby Messengers scatter, procuring welcome mats and floral arrangements from seemingly nowhere as you walk up the path. Gehrman rolls to meet you at the door with a massive sack in his lap.
"Just finished, Father Anderson. I have the tools they'll need to properly size them bundled in. Sorry about the delay, but I had to make sure they were perfect." He gestures down at his peg. "I know how it feels to lose part of yourself."
"Thank ye kindly." You shove the bundle up your sleeve and decide to bite the bullet. "Maria's comin'."
He's stone-faced, though you can see his mouth flinching upwards and downwards. "When?"
"As soon as I ring this here bell. Need time ta prepare?"
"Just a moment, just a moment." He shoos you out and frantically zips about the workshop. Looking over your shoulder, you watch him chop "How to Pick Up Fair Maidens" into confetti.
When the sounds of creaking wheels and evidence destruction fade away, you ring the bell. Its sheer bulk rattles the nearby wood and, before long, Maria's shade rises from the earth. She looks about the Dream, eyes lingering on a downcast Hope, and marches into the Workshop before the Doll can make her way over. The Messenger welcoming committee grumble and toss their untouched gifts aside.
"Leave us," she whispers. You nod and go to join Hope on the ledge. The Workshop doors slam shut behind you.
"Ye alright?" you ask Hope.
"It is disconcerting, Hunter Anderson. Seeing who I was supposed to be reminds me of the early days, when Gehrman refused to even look at me."
You sit next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. Ebrietas flies from her shoulder and returns with one of the dropped floral arrangements, drawing a soft smile from her face.
The three of you sit in silence, eventually dozing off in the eternal quiet. You don't know how long you're out before Ebrietas shakes the two of you awake. Maria is marching stiffly towards you.
Hope makes it up more quickly and begins to bow, only for Maria to grab her by the shoulders. They lock identical eyes.
"I'm so sorry," says Maria. "Thank you for taking care of him."
Hope fumbles for a reply, but Maria cuts her off. The Huntress raises an ornate flare gun into the air and fires, fading away alongside the report. The newly-opened Workshop doors shut once again, leaving the three of you alone in the stilling air.
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