Before she could answer, a different voice came from behind her, followed by said "inner demon" coming out.
"Hey! Don't bad-"
And they wouldn't find out what she's not supposed to do, as she waved it off.
"... You were saying?"
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there was a huff. then came a roll of her eyes. a defense mechanism of sorts to hide her embarrassment, cheeks feeling warm.
❝W-Well, I suppose I should you thank you...❞
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❝D-Do you always flatter your companion during a hunt?❞
a mock of a glare shot its way toward Galbrena as the faintest of reds crawled onto her neck and face.
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Amusement was visible in her eyes. Not mocking, no. If anything, her gaze was somewhat.. endearing?
"Maybe, but you could certainly be on display like an expensive, well made, vase. So it'd be a shame if anything happened to you."
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stunlocked into speechlessness, it took the priestess a moment to collect herself as she let out a half-hearted scoff, flipping her hair back before mindlessly twirling a lock.
❝Please. I'm not some fragile glass vase. I can handle my own weight just fine.❞
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She stared for a moment longer, without a word, as if she knew exactly what her words did.
"Don't worry, whatever happens, I got it. No need to get yourself dirty today."
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that traitorous skip of her heart was not acknowledged. not one bit. definitely not because of how smooth Galbrena was.
❝I'll be counting on you then.❞
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