[... What is that look for? Hayame stares back stubbornly, her lips set in a firm line as if daring him to say something about it. She's heard plenty already. People who have told her she should just "pick one", as if her loyalty was so cheap as that. People who have told her that the conflicts of Horos no longer mattered, as if she had no honor left to preserve with her choice. Which one is he going to be, then? No doubt he would try to defend that woman again...

She did not expect an actual coinpurse. He has a brief moment to get back onto the ground as she stares at it, something far more concrete and defined in value than even the insulting times that others have tried to press food or a meal together on her, and he-

He thinks he can just flash a smile and walk away after insulting her like that? Hayame stands abruptly, but she doesn't even touch the thing. It is not hers. Instead, she calls out sharply after him, heedless of the looks it will attract.]

I am neither whore nor charity case, Robles! Come back here and reclaim your coin, before I am forced to guess which insult you prefer!

[Now?!]