[Her face. It betrays an already existing bit of frustration, in the tic that is her twitching left eyebrow, and the grit of her teeth. Ah, yes, Five.]
You mean my brother while we're in this bloody village? [So dry, her tone. So so dry.] We're acquainted.
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You mean my brother while we're in this bloody village? [So dry, her tone. So so dry.] We're acquainted.