Happy Life
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Taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of her nose, Futaba brushes herself off.
- I can manage without the local healers, - she mutters, closing the door behind her and mentally berating herself for wasting her energy on a pointless endeavor instead of ignoring the knocking until the very end.
- I can manage without the local healers, - she mutters, closing the door behind her and mentally berating herself for wasting her energy on a pointless endeavor instead of ignoring the knocking until the very end.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
