Brandon and Naevora came downstairs and were prepared to go to the Rupture zone.
The old bathhouse owner met them in the hallway, wiping her hands on her apron.
She bowed politely, then looked at Naevora with a kind expression "Miss, I will take care of the young man while you are gone."
Huh?
Naevora blinked in surprise. "Take care of him?"
The woman nodded earnestly "Isn't it dangerous to bring your lackey with you to the rupture zone?"
Eh?
Naevora turned slowly to look at Brandon and the corner of her mouth twitched as a dry, amused smile spread across her face.
"...My lackey."
-_- Brandon just stared blankly; even though he don't know much japanese, he kind of understood what she said.
Naevora couldn't hold it in anymore. A soft giggle escaped her, growing into quiet laughter as she wrapped an arm around Brandon's shoulders and pulled him close.
"Unfortunately, I want this lackey with me. So don't worry about it."
