[Hopefully rip to that someone. Hayame's grudge is nowhere near satisfied- not after the dryad had effectively made it so her victory over the man (demon) never happened in the first place, while the wound he'd given her remained to mark her shame for all to see.]
I wish not to waste anymore of my thoughts on what kind of guy that patronizing slaver is.
[Just referencing him, not even his name, makes her lips sour.
And, as if completely at random... she suddenly turns to the other woman expectantly.]
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I wish not to waste anymore of my thoughts on what kind of guy that patronizing slaver is.
[Just referencing him, not even his name, makes her lips sour.
And, as if completely at random... she suddenly turns to the other woman expectantly.]
Have you a comb?