Mm.
-Runs a hand through her hair, then leans against the counter and folds her arms-
Y'know, I never have a problem with helping people, even if that means fighting. 'S not something I like doing, but I won't run away from it or anything. If you ever need help with anything like that, don't be afraid to ask. But, ah- I dunno if it'd be the right thing for me to do. I'm not sure how to explain it, just... yeah, I don't think it'd be a good fit for me, personally.
-Gracia looks close to tears-
I'm sorry!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Some fat, horrible fuck in gross, dingy clothes immediately materializes between Tabitha and Asterios, being held by two of the freaky familiars.)
...Master...! Get... Get back...
(Attempts at a serious, intimidating scowl, but ends up just looking constipated, summoning two other familiars, which flank him.)
...I'm... going to... defeat you...
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