Human

Fashion.

It was the very one thing Harriet was very interested in.

Harriet assumed that her mother knew, but she never cared about it. But now, hearing her suddenly mention nail polish, her heart somewhat felt sore.

"I've... heard of it," Harriet answered.

"Mm, you must try it. It will suit your hands. They said they could also give you nail extensions... I heard it's all about fashion alchemy. Go invest in them."

The whole time, Helena didn't look straight into her eyes. She looked down at her injured hand. But her voice was incredibly gentle. It was almost like the Helena Harriet knew was not here right now.

Helena dressed her wound carefully like she was afraid of hurting her more. Her expression was relaxed, but she still didn't wear her heart on her sleeve.

Harriet... couldn't deduce what was on her mind.