[Soleil tilts her head, then nods, as though she knows exactly the question Fran is asking. Maybe it's because she has good instincts or because it's plainly obvious, but she will chalk it up to a bond between the two of them. She just knows what the unintelligible berserker is getting at.

Maybe. Probably.]

Yeah, that's right. You and that flower are the same: small, cute, delicate.

[Yeah, delicate. A Servant, a Berserker, Frankenstein's Monster--that just screams 'delicate'. She puts her hands on her hips and nods.]

...And like that flower, you're kind of worse for wear. The sun is a little too much for you, huh?

[Fran laying around in the shade didn't go unnoticed.]