"Need my help, little one?" The familiar, soothing presence of her wolf brought Fiore a sense of calm. Tifa's voice, always wise and reassuring, enveloped her like a warm embrace.
Fiore took a deep breath, grounding herself. The urge to ask Tifa why she chose to reveal herself only now was strong, but the mystery of the maid weighed heavier. "Tifa, did you see that maid? The one with the necklace?"
"Though vague, her scent still lingers," Tifa replied. "Finding her would be easy if only she was still here."
Fiore's frown deepened. "She's not?"
"Not anymore."
Fiore became frustrated, her mind racing with questions. "Who the hell is she? Why would she have a symbol of my...birthmark?"
"I only know what you know. But don't be discouraged. Seeing the necklace is enough of a lead."
"How
