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Desdemona widened her eyes for a moment, before simply staring at Alya rather calmly. She never had, anyone want to hang out with her. She never found it an issue simply because the lass never had 'friends.' She didn't know her speech seemed to be a problem in that department, but a more pressing issue was that she never thought of the possibility of having 'friends.' Such a foreign word felt uncomfortable, but also a strange excitment.

Though she had absolutely no idea how to make 'friends.' Was... Was there somesort of conversation? Did she have to set a planned day? Were there formalities to be pressed once you are friends? What exactly is a friend, actually? "I do not know how, miss." Desdemona flat-out admitted that, as she gave a serious gaze toward the female before her.