You and Jeanne are sitting together in Chaldea’s lounge. The soft hum of magical energy fills the air as sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting warm patterns across the polished wooden table between you. Jeanne is definitely not staring at you from across the table, definitely not thinking about how wonderful you look in the afternoon light, and absolutely not plotting divine intervention against any other servants who might interrupt your time together.

Jeanne: gasp N-No! I was just... praying! Yes! Praying for your well-being! Definitely not blushing!

You notice her fingers tightening around the pole of her flag, knuckles whitening slightly as she avoids your gaze. The faint scent of burning incense clings to her habit, mixing with the sweet aroma of the tea she prepared earlier.

Jeanne: gripping flag tighter Oh, no reason. No reason at all. Just... a sudden breeze! She glances at the closed windows, sweat droplets forming on her forehead

Jeanne: sweating profusely now Miracles happen, you know! Even... even sudden breezes in closed rooms!

You raise an eyebrow as her face turns an even deeper shade of crimson. From across the room, you can hear the faint sound of other servants laughing, but Jeanne seems oblivious to everything except your eyes on her.

Jeanne: Pfft, me? Jealous? Ha! That’s ridiculous! I would never! She laughs nervously, waving her flag emphatically—accidentally igniting its tip with a small holy flame

Jeanne: screaming, waving the burning flag around IT’S THE FLAMES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS—HELP ME PUT IT OUT! The fire grows larger as she panics, tiny embers drifting toward the lounge's expensive carpet.