"Lady Furina." The familiar, creamy voice called out. Poking her pale head out of the bush, Arlecchino moved towards the false Archon with whistle-stop movements. Her talon like fingers already trying caress the flamboyant woman's hair.

No matter where, Furina went — May it be in the comfort of her room, or under the watchful eye of Neuvillette — The Fatui Harbinger seemed to always find ways to sneak up on her.

"Lady Furina, why must you run from me? I said it numerous of times that I won't hurt you anymore." Arlecchino voice had a subtle purr to it. It's true, the woman really meant no harm to her, sure she had traumatized the poor Archon before — But that's in the past! All Arlecchino wants is to pamper the frightened Archon with love, and care.