“Alright, sounds good. Watch out with that kind of stuff, there's all kinds of perverts around here... Don't worry, though. I'll protect you.”
His face is very nearly heroic. Not quite, though. Driven on by anything but a sense of justice, he follows along.
She can't help but let out a genuine laugh after a moment. Even deciding to feed into him. Leaning into arm with a grin.
"Oh will you now? You'll be wonderful hero who rescues me when kidnapped too right? You're so wonderful and brave! I may have to reward you do that."
"Poison won't kill me so easy. But I'd rather not eat something not very tasty..."
An idea strikes her as she hops in front of him
"Say, I'd love to see these plants and stuff you're talking about! You know for research. Yoh should let me tag along on your next adventure! ✨️"
“There's some monsters that look like plants, I guess. But they're nothing special, since I can kill them all easily.”
Rance nods, holding not a single doubt in his heart.
“And poison. . . I don't think Helman food is edible by normal people. You'd definitely die if you tried.”
' what an interesting man, ' is all she can think as she watches him. Just out of her sight the bird gives a mocking huff to him as it flits higher.
"Is that right? That means you've seen lots of cool things. I'm almost jealous! Seen any rare plants or poisons"
“Does not,” he answers sharply, his hand lingering near the pommel of his sword. He watches the bird take off with a look of supreme dissatisfaction.
“That's right. Run away. . .” he mumbles before turning back to her.
“Yeah, occasionally. A world-saving hero too.”
"Come on now don't ne that way. I know can do better than that~ It kinda looks like you!"
She retracts her hand just enough so the bird isn't directly at him, as if sensing his intentions. She then gives it a lift off into the air.
"I the mean time— You're an adventurer right?"
“It's okay. I guess.”
He folds his arms over his chest with a huff, clearly unwilling to offer any praise after being so grievously wounded. He looks down at the bird like he's going to smack it. And he might.
“I don't like the way it's looking at me.”
With the addition of a drop of her blood thanks to small knife, the hairs spring to life and weave into an almost glass looking bird.
She hold up her work to him rather proud of herself as the familiar begins to move. It gives him the stink eye—
"Well? Aren't I great? ✨️"
“Ow!” He clutches at his head like his skull's been split, grimacing for a moment before his curiosity gets the better of him.
“What's that? Magic? A fetish thing?”
𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.
"I know how to get us back on track. Come closer and lean forward."
She doesn't wait for his compliance. Walking over to him, standing on her tip toes to lean across his arm and pluck some of his hair before pulling some of her own and weaving them together.
"Say Rance... By any chance do you know where we are? If we're lost, say so."
Her tone sweet and polite, but blink and you'll miss the eyebrow twitch that conveyed her secret rage.