"A 'trophy' is probably the reason," Carly admits, chewing her lip. "Even at home, 'trophy hunting' is...something that lots of rich people do." She urges her horse after Foster's to match speed, somehow holding herself straight despite sitting side-saddle.

"So....he probably wants to stuff it, or something like that....AHH-B-But definitely, it's best that we work to not do that then..!! So it's good we're working together," she coughs, pulling out her bow.

"...Anyway....I had an idea to use my fire magic, because of that. It doesn't burn anything...but it does steal energy! So it'll help to weaken, and maybe even more peacefully....finish things," the woman adds, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"....It'll brighten our image with the Prince at least, I'm sure..."