Raphtalia's ears twitched as she heard footsteps approaching, but rather than look relieved at the other person's approached, she almost looked more worried. Had she trespassed somewhere unknowingly? She backed away, just a little bit more, eyeing the weapons nervously. No hostile actions yet, but still, she had to be careful. "..Is this..Melromarc?.." she asked timidly.

One possibility she..really didn't want to consider. What if her Master decided she was going to be too much of a burden.. that it would be too much trouble to look after her because she wasn't strong enough? But then wouldn't he just sell her back to the trader? Had he just..cast her away to leave her to fend for herself...? He wasn't so cruel, was he...?