Emma was taken a little aback. Why would the queen ask this question now of all times? Kohaku was probably right, it was going to be just another mission, wasn't it?
Of course, Kohaku had taken to the air of the world as if it was second nature. The way he spoke, similar to the way Weiss carried herself, made it seem like they were born in Rapsodia. Hideo and Ren provided quite the contrast, simply by how blunt they were. It was almost defiant, in a way that often reminded Emma of her siblings. She modestly hid a smile behind her hand.
“I'm most grateful your Grace has taken us in.” Emma said when her turn came. The daintily bow she made towards the Queen came far easier to Emma than speaking to the servants. “I owe your Grace and Aria my life.” She said, breaking eye contact a split second to nod towards the blonde diva, before she stepped back to let the next person speak.
As soon as the briefing had finished, the divos and divas were sent to pack. Before she'd even gotten halfway, Ren had already invited himself to Emma's room. As the boy opened his chatterbox, Emma noticed Ren had taken Hideo in tow, as the taller divo seemed to prefer to engage in a staring contest with the wall.
“I can't believe you've packed already. Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?” Emma asked Ren. It wouldn't be the first time his enthusiasm had gotten the better of him, even if actual forgetting wasn't in his dictionary. “You too, Hideo,” Emma tried to include the second divo in the conversation. She often caught herself referring to him as Drei instead, like the servants did. Surely he hadn't as well adapted as Kohaku, but there was this air of aristocracy around him that could have fooled her as a tangible barrier. “It's going to be quite the trip, you know?”
Emma opened her closet, which was about as tall as her queen-sized bed. Despite being only hers, the wardrobe she'd been spoiled with was enough for clothe two families. “I'll need to dress for the forest.” Emma mentioned as she buried her face between the garments the maids had arranged for her. Very little was fit for riding a horse, let alone making it through a forest unscathed.
“I'll need to paint my face to go with this.” Emma chuckled as she presented the boys with a pair of puffy trousers that looked like pantalettes. The bloomer look was custom for the travelling woman of high birth, but to Emma it looked like clown wear. “I'm kind of jealous of you two. It'd be so much easier to just wear pants.”