Mature talk

"Ayda, Dearie... I might need to return to earth post haste," I spoke up as soon as I raised my eyes from the reward notification. 

"Something bad happened?" Clueless about the inner-working of my system, Dearie asked. 

"Rather than bad... Actually, I have a question." I moved my eyes to Dearie's face after cutting my own sentence short. 

"What is this?" Dearie leaned her head to the side, clearly curious about my shenanigans. 

"Would you be able... Hmm..." While I knew what I wanted to ask for, finding the right words to voice this request of mine out wasn't easy. 

"Dang, just spill it out," Dearie rebuked, tapping her finger against the table. "You know that I will do anything as long as it's within my power to help," she announced with a confident look on her face.