[Both girls look visibly uncomfortable when the tears start and the red-haired girl clams up. Her sister is faster to recover.]

He's not exactly in a position to do much talking, you know! And anyway, if we aren't allowed to fight with him, what makes you think you'd be allowed? He told us not to interfere, and we're his—

Droite. [Her sister recovers then, fixing the green-haired girl with a stern look before continuing. She then addresses you:] Who are you? You're not one of our guards.