[... Well. It seemed they knew who to ask about the edibility of those beetles. As Link might have anticipated, Hayame's expression is somewhat judgemental when it lands upon him, not just because of their disastrous first encounter but because of his... state. What a messy field dressing...
But this was the Oracle. Her personal grudges mattered much less here, if it could help lead the faction to victory. (Well. Some of those grudges still mattered. She would sooner slit the slaver's throat than work with him. Arrows from an ally that dared mistake her for a beast were nothing in comparison.)]
- Very well.
[She jerks her head to gesture he rise, long black mane whipping a bit around her dun withers.]
Clean yourself off first.
[But actually... a moment after she says that... she seems to reconsider with a purse of her lips and a cock of her head.]
Or do not. Perhaps that mess will mask your scent.
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But this was the Oracle. Her personal grudges mattered much less here, if it could help lead the faction to victory. (Well. Some of those grudges still mattered. She would sooner slit the slaver's throat than work with him. Arrows from an ally that dared mistake her for a beast were nothing in comparison.)]
- Very well.
[She jerks her head to gesture he rise, long black mane whipping a bit around her dun withers.]
Clean yourself off first.
[But actually... a moment after she says that... she seems to reconsider with a purse of her lips and a cock of her head.]
Or do not. Perhaps that mess will mask your scent.