[ She can feel heat in her cheeks, heat that doesn't have anything to do with the fact that she's sweating heavily enough to stick her clothes to her skin. It's embarrassing, to say something that personal to a stranger. She's so good at keeping her mouth shut usually, but here...
She can barely keep herself together. Never mind keeping her tongue behind her teeth. ]
I'm fine, truly. [ Just to prove it, she straightens up and stops leaning on her glaive like a grandmother. ] I'd be willing to go a round. Have you weapons, or do you prefer hand-to-hand?
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She can barely keep herself together. Never mind keeping her tongue behind her teeth. ]
I'm fine, truly. [ Just to prove it, she straightens up and stops leaning on her glaive like a grandmother. ] I'd be willing to go a round. Have you weapons, or do you prefer hand-to-hand?