Regret mixed with frustration and it seemed a very heady emotional cocktail had decided to pour itself into existence, in Lucy Cramwell's mind. Why was she feeling such a way?! She hadn't thought in such a manner, a few moments ago! The maid was just another girl!
Ah, just another girl... It seemed a lifetime ago, now.
Maybe it was to do with the mask? After all, not being able to see a full face, meant it would be difficult for love to occur at first sight and-
Oh! Love! Was that what this was?
The thought of it caused a sharp mental gasp and Lucy, wide-eyed, suddenly felt both very shallow and alarmed at herself.
Love? Romantic feelings of the heart? With another girl?!
Granted, she had heard of such things, but... For why should such a sudden infatuation with one decide to bother her now, of all times?
With the promise, though, Lucy was left with few options but to be pacified. It was a hint that she could see her again, after all. A promise which was better than nothing.
"Ye... Yeah, I... Alright. The name's Lucy!" She blurted out, sure to make her identity known from under the mask, just in case. "An' I'll... I'll wait. Yeah. Pleaseexcuseme..."
That last phrase was spoken in a jumble and quite hurriedly. Lucy needed to veer away before certain physical hungers made themselves too well known. Urges, even. Feeling needfully-inclined, was one thing. Feeling it when you had fangs, was quite another.