[... What? Was that the wrong choice, somehow? Of course it would be, but- Hayame is stubborn, sometimes for no reason at all beyond the fact that she forgets not everything in life need be life or death, and the idea of backing down now that she has bothered to make a choice is distasteful enough to make her frown.
The frown deepens with his comment about choosing things. As if he knew her, as if he knew what she meant by her actions (as if he were right). She doesn't answer it, not willing to dignify it, but-]
No. Do I look like a wife to you?
[She can repair her clothing if need be, fix her leather harnesses, but to make an entire garment or item from scratch?]
The craftsmen here would not quote me a price until I selected a leather.
[... Not that. She has the money for anything right now, but. She would come back. The stares over her makeshift bandage grate.]
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The frown deepens with his comment about choosing things. As if he knew her, as if he knew what she meant by her actions (as if he were right). She doesn't answer it, not willing to dignify it, but-]
No. Do I look like a wife to you?
[She can repair her clothing if need be, fix her leather harnesses, but to make an entire garment or item from scratch?]
The craftsmen here would not quote me a price until I selected a leather.
[... Not that. She has the money for anything right now, but. She would come back. The stares over her makeshift bandage grate.]