[As night falls, anyone near the northern edge of the village might spot a figure slowly limping his way towards the southern reaches of town, headed towards House 25. Closer observation will reveal that it's Arumat, battered and bleeding and dragging his right leg as he doggedly trudges on in silence. There's a makeshift splint on his injured
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There's a relieved and yet exasperated sigh as she sees Arumat on the couch. He looks like he's breathing, so Myuria will go back to her room and return with her staff to heal him properly. However, she won't miss an opportunity for some good-natured teasing while she gets to work.]
You've made quite a mess.
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[That blood loss catches up quick.]
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[But not quick enough to get him to stop being prickly.]
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Is that what you really want, Arumat? To come home all bloody and battered in hopes that I'd throw myself at you?
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What?
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You know what I'm talking about.
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I'm not a slave to my base instincts, unlike some.
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Then what would you call that?
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You twisted my words.
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But you're the one accusing me of taking advantage of you.
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What did you mean?
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