'Well, if Farah does, she wouldn't be able to tell anyone directly, but she can show it through actions.'
'Declining the chief steward's offer would be weird, though. With my supposed memory loss, it should be natural for me to be curious and even look forward to meeting a pet I once supposedly treasured.'
'Thus, right now, it would be better to accept his offer and make sure to treat Farah right.'
Lydia placed the cup down and looked at the chief steward.
"I would like to meet Farah."
The chief steward nodded twice. "Then I will instruct a maid to fetch her later."
"Hopefully, that will help with Your Highness's appetite."
The chief steward leaned in and used his hands to support his chin before glancing at the table. "Time is tight," he muttered.
Then he looked at her.
"His Highness has instructed me to help Your Highness prepare for your upcoming birthday celebration."
'Birthday?'
'My birthday? I mean this body's birthday is coming up?'
