[the girl's weapons catch miku's interest for a fraction of a moment, some timeworn instinct rising like a coiled snake in her breast, but the hero-turned-queen reminds herself that no one here should be a threat — and also that it wouldn't necessarily be a problem if they were. kaito's response is a different sort of problem; she lowers her eyes demurely, in acknowledgement of whatever sacrifice he has made in leaving home.
her comments are careful, cautious. at least for her.]
You feel different. Perhaps it is my memory failing me. There seems something more of a... confidence to you.
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her comments are careful, cautious. at least for her.]
You feel different. Perhaps it is my memory failing me. There seems something more of a... confidence to you.