How many times had she wanted to reach out and hug Little Griseo?
Yet she could never do it...
Without realizing it, the Thirteen Flame-Chasers had entrusted their feelings to Ark, to everything aboard Ark. Miss Ark's budding consciousness had naturally taken up the baton as well, wanting Little Griseo to be better.
For her.
The Flame-Chasers' older brothers and sisters were Little Griseo's parents. Her parents had entrusted her with taking good care of Little Griseo...
She wanted to do it.
Therefore.
When Little Griseo gave Ark a true physical form and called her Miss Ark,
Miss Ark not only didn't find the name overly casual or feel offended. Instead, she was happy because she could finally stand before Little Griseo.
Little Griseo had been puzzled at the time. Why had Miss Ark chosen to take her own appearance when assuming human form?
But Miss Ark hadn't said anything, so Little Griseo let it go and didn't press further.
You understand now, right?
In Miss Ark's eyes!
Little Griseo was her everything.
She was the meaning of her existence, something evident from the moment she was born.
Little Griseo could have many wives, many friends, and many people she liked.
But Miss Ark would always have only her.
Yes!
Miss Ark indeed didn't really understand true love.
But love could take many forms.
When she looked at Little Griseo, there was always a doting perspective in her eyes, as though she were a devoted motherly fan.
If that was the case!
The thing she had always wanted to do...
Was this. Was there a problem?
She wanted to try giving Little Griseo a lap pillow.
She wanted to try truly comforting Little Griseo like a mother and experience what that felt like.
This was what she had always wanted