[ With the merman now even further out of sight (and out of mind) the enchantment she’d been under rapidly evaporates. Rem’s eyes widen into saucers before she lifts her hands to her face, burying it onto her palms. Try as she might to hide the new blush that spreads across her face, the very tips of her ears expose her. ]

I—-… I don’t know! I’m usually more careful than that, I promise! [ She squeaks, but is not distressed. Mortified, maybe, but in a way that suggests she’s equally embarrassed and relieved than actually upset. She confesses to Benedikta as if she were a parent catching her child sneaking out. ]

Benedikta, you know me! I don’t go chasing after the nearest handsome man!

[ It really was nice to feel as if she was wanted by a handsome man, though— ]