For a moment, Demaht deflated. Barracks. Ugh! Sure, she could magic up a nice bed, a wonderful palace, even, and sure she didn't even need to sleep, but that was beside the point! Sometimes, it was just nice not having to do everything herself!
But then she perked up again, because if Gospel wasn't an important man like a prince, if he was just a lowly soldier...
Well, those types were easier to handle. People who came from little, who didn't already have everything, wanted more and were easier to influence. This one, however, was being remarkably stubborn and--wait. Did he say Arca, Serendipity?
Demaht's smile brightened like the sun and she grabbed Gospel by the front of his uniform with both hands. "Arca, ya said? Serendipity? Oh, thank me!" she gushed, eyes lighting up. She could have kissed him then, but she didn't, because she wanted him to be the one to do it. Instead, she just hugged him tightly. "It still exists!"