The poor idiot

"What's going on right now?" I asked as I looked around. It seemed like the maids were preparing to receive someone or something.

"Ah, they're just prepping for Lana. Don't worry about it." Elanor mumbled.

"Lana?" This was the first time that I had heard her name coming from El's mouth, so I was wondering who it was for these people to prepare so extensively.

"Ah, well. It's my relative of sorts. Like, my mother's cousin's daughter or something." She spoke.

"Wow, that's a roundabout relationship if anything… Which makes me wonder as to why you lot rate her a lot." I shrugged as I spoke.

"Well, she claims to be my… I mean, the real Elanor's only true friend. And I guess it's true based on how the other people behaves whenever she gets here. And even though she's a bit iffy, I can't be chasing her off because she is one of the few last remnants of the person that was." El explained.