"Restimar!" The young brunette girl called out excitedly to her old Lordly friend. "Is that you?"
The lord pointed to himself and squinted at her. “That depends on who’s asking. Because if Mavy sent for you, then I’m not Re—Nai? What do you wa—hey! You’re talking! You finally made a deal with an ‘ifrit, huh?”
((…I don’t know where “Nai” came from, but that’s his nickname for her. …I guess?))