Hearing that declaration, the System pointed at himself with both paws and said in dismay, "ME?! Host, I'm a SYSTEM, not a human! I can't just walk up to the old Master and have a conversation with him! He can't even SEE me!"
Heena looked at him and said patiently, as if explaining something to a small child, "Then who told you to go deliver the message YOURSELF? Just write an anonymous letter with all the juicy details about what you observed, and throw it into the old man's study when no one's looking."
Hearing that plan, the System looked at her incredulously and said, "But Host, if it's just writing a letter, YOU could do it yourself! Why are you making ME do this?!"
Heena looked at her nails with exaggerated concern and said casually, "Oh, well, you see, I just twisted my hand a bit during our earlier... conversation. And writing with these ancient brushes is so irritating when your hand is sore. So I thought you could handle this small task for me."
