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She shook her head. "I want to see if he's okay. Someone has to," she said with a frown, starting off in the direction he went.
He nodded slightly, seeming to understand. However he still looked confused. "..Tea...?"
She frowned at him before standing up. "I'm going to go talk to him."
Zerras was still waiting, his arms crossed. He looked up when she came outside.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't apologize," she said with a frown.
He nodded, turning around and heading into the bedroom to change.
"You hurt him. You intentionally pulled on his wing. I told you not to. You won't even say you're sorry."
He nodded, looking down at himself before flushing. "Would you mind if I take a moment to change? These are my work clothes.."
Her gaze sharpened as she stared him down. "Puck. I mean it. You better apologize."
He brightened a little bit, tilting his head. He seemed a genuinely excited. "Of course. When are you free? I'd have to close up the shop for a...
"I know you don't," she said stubbornly, "but you hurt him and you should say you're sorry anyways."
He tilted his head. "I suppose."
She crossed her arms. "Puck."
All his armors and weaponry looked well-made. There were intricate designs and they looked sturdy. He laughed lightly. "Sadly that sword isn't...
"I'm not really the one who could use a sincere apology," she said with a small frown, looking up at him.
He looked around. "It really depends on the item. Most people commission me with a project rather than just buying what I've already made." He...
She was quiet, offering him a plate. "I don't know what to say.."
He laughed a little, shaking his head slightly. "I won't bore you with my woes, don't worry. It's nothing too bad."
He brows furrowed as she placed the eggs on a plate. "You didn't believe me. Just try to believe me."
His brows furrowed and he gave a small nod, the kind smile still on his face. "Ah.. Well, that sounds like my kind of luck."
