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Menthe smiled at Chase and Catherine's questions, before vanishing in a puddle of chocolate and disappearing.
"Sorry, you misunderstood me." Hitomi told Melea. "I'm his responsible adult. I might feel sorry for you but I trust that nutter a lot more than I'd trust my own feelings."
She smiled, burying her own disgust. She knew what Melea was doing, both to herself and to Hitomi. Despite what she felt in her own heart, she knew just how easily emotions could blind someone to the truth and she could see the woman for what she really was the moment she approached SamJaz.
Practical hair, face covered in scars, only one visible eye, her build, gait, accent and manner of speaking gave her away as someone intelligent and used to authority but also as one who has seen death on enormous scales and no longer cared. Dan's attack and protests also suggested one willing to trade a pawn for another.
A seamstress of her level was quick to notice things like these, but not to say them out loud. There was only one person she would ever talk about this to and that person had just walked away from this fight so as much as Hitomi would feel safer with Melea's mouth sewn shut, this was too open. Too many friends that she could turn into enemies.
Too many casualties.
Hitomi may have noticed the dangers Melea presented before SamJaz did, but she smirked and rose to her feet as she realised the reasons SamJaz left the fight. Their different ways of looking at the world collectively picked up so much, the two of them felt so powerful together. Even after they stopped seeing each other romantically, Hitomi never stopped thinking of herself as SamJaz's companion.
Not his girlfriend. His Girl Friday.
"Alright, I'm headed for the baths." SamJaz said quietly, walking inside the inn with Hitomi while scratching his right arm, looking at the bag she was carrying. "Listen, I've got something in there you'll like. I got it from Alicia and was hoping you could make something from it for her?"
Hitomi took the bag, then put an arm around Alicia. "Sure." She said. "I'll see you two later."
Seated in the reception, a blonde young man smiled as he read his newspaper.