"Pouting is the realization of potential favoritism; being sensible is the awareness of the thought of abandonment."
So at this moment, Liss was both pouting and appearing very sensible. She completely ignored her sisters' voices and stared at Ash with wide eyes.
Her world was very small, so small that losing anyone would make it feel utterly empty, which is why she was willing to betray everything for anyone, even justice and righteousness.
Ash glanced at her, rummaged through his pockets for a handkerchief or tissue, but finding none, he had no choice but to use his sleeve to wipe the milk traces from her cheeks and said, smiling, "Have you forgotten? I have a contract with you, and I have a contract with the eldest young lady, too."
"But Aunt Hanna really likes you!" Liss said anxiously: "She certainly won't bear to—"
