"Those two get along pretty well." Damian gazed in the direction they had disappeared and sighed.
Beside him, Dorothea couldn't help raising an eyebrow. "How do they get along?"
"You never saw what Flora used to be like. She was always cold toward everyone, keeping them at arm's length. Being able to talk to someone for this long is already a good thing."
Remembering how Flora used to shut herself in her room, Damian sighed.
Perhaps this Miss Lillian could make her a little less withdrawn.
Damian turned to Vanessa and spoke solemnly. "Miss Vanessa, we owe so much to your help today. Words cannot express my gratitude. From now on, you will be the Mourning Poetry Society's most honored guest!"
With that, he looked at Dorothea, Allen, and the others. "Of course, that goes for your society too-speaking of which, what is your society called?"
"Uh-" Vanessa faltered. "I-I haven't decided yet-"
A hint of amusement appeared in Damian's eyes. "Feel free to ask me if you have any questions. I do know a little about societies-"
He paused, then mentioned as though in passing, "Oh, right. I remember you graduated from Miskatonic University."
Vanessa immediately puffed out her chest. "That's right! A double degree in history and archaeology!"
Damian nodded slowly. "No wonder-there's something else. Sir Randall Aldrich is looking for you. I remember he's the head of the History Department."
"Me?" Vanessa pointed at herself in surprise. "When did this happen?"
"Yesterday. He sent someone over with a message. He probably found out you went with us to distribute Holy Communion. The fight with United Mining that day caused quite a stir."
Vanessa scratched her head in puzzlement.
"This might be an inappropriate question-but how much do you know about the other side of Miskatonic University?"
Vanessa