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A soft, chiming laugh left pale lips at that, a gloved hand coming to rest on the woman’s shoulder, its pressure warm and reassuring. “You’re not really challenging me, Miss Miranda – it’s just training.”
Allen smiled at her, seeking her gaze before continuing to speak. “It would be dangerous to put you on the battlefield without basic knowledge of how to defend yourself, don’t you agree? No one wants you to get hurt.”
Ⅸ Ⅺ Ⅻ ❱❱ Despite the friendly hand upon her shoulder and the reassurance of his words it was obvious in the way that dark brown frowned up slightly to the innocent looking expression that she was still unsure, but he’d perhaps be the most ideal person to do this with other than Lenalee. So, she resigned to her fate no matter how much her concious felt uncomfortable. There was no flaw in his words after all.
⦃ M-Mm. ..Thank you, Allen-kun. You’re right-- But it’s still a little--- ⦄
No. No negative thoughts, come on Miranda. She shook her head a little hands coming up as if to ward off the darker warnings that she’d been about to let slip and somewhat clenched her hands looking up with a nod, although there was still an obvious uncertainty to her expression.
⦃ O-Okay-- Where do we start..? ⦄
