don't tell magilou

[breaksouls]

[It's not often they have downtime, especially on the road. But Laphicet really wanted to eat three big plates of Mabo Curry, and then he really needed to rest because he made himself sick eating so much. Since their little crew would be in Loegres longer than expected, Velvet had dragged Eleanor along to do some chores, and to keep an eye on her in the capital. Of course, those chores weren't exactly... normal chores.

Velvet exits the dressing room, now wearing a simple red dress. It's a mix of feminine and practical style, and something that doesn't... necessarily suit her. But that might just be because she's always wearing that same outfit from the prison. She gives a halfhearted turn before looking to Eleanor.]

Well?

if you're eleanor's brother then i get all the other brothers

[breaksouls]

[Considering her awful nature and all that, it's surprising how long it's been since she's fought a daemon on her own. But everyone else was asleep back at the inn and even if she was supposed to be taking a peaceful walk outside, it wasn't like she was just going to run. She'd devour this daemon just like any other. Or so she thought, until some weird guy popped up and started fighting the daemon with her. There wasn't time to talk then, and she focused on her target instead. Still, he couldn't be an exorcist. He wasn't a Bloodwing either, so what? A mercenary?

As the daemon falls to the ground, she approaches it. Her arm bursts from its wrappings, quickly consuming the monster. All too casually, she looks to to her apparent savior.]

That wasn't necessary.

[She spits out, but it's not the rudest of greetings at least.]

Who are you.