Charlotte could feel Maria tense as she rested in her arms. She didn't know what had changed, but something certainly had. Maria was preoccupied with something. The elf sat up slowly, reaching up to scratch one of her long pointed ears before looking back down at Maria. "I guess we should get started, huh?" She finally said, surprisingly calm for the usually excited Charlotte. The gravity of their objective, at least partially, weighing on her.
Truth was, Charlotte didn't give a damn about the city, or about saving the people from cults and secret societies. Most of that was beyond her simplistic and child like view of the world. She cared about finding her mother and father, assuming they were still alive, and permanently removing Dahlia from Maria's thoughts and the world itself. As difficult as it was to remember, Charlotte was one of those problems plaguing the city. She was a psychopathic anarchist and arsonist. Those traits weren't going to disappear with Dahlia.
Charlotte climbed out of bed, carefully dressing before tying her hair into her signature pigtails. With everything in its rightful place and Flopsy clipped to her belt, she was ready to get to work.