Nocturne Summit this little piggy went to the liquor store

under normal circumstances — see. praimfaya not worrying about impending consequences of his ( and her own ) curiosity — she might've been apologetic for scaring him. or perhaps not. it was always a good reminder to never let one's guard down, but that could've easily been blodreina and dacio's warrior lessons drilling into her head. however, she did feel guilty enough to let out a soft sigh and warn him in a slightly sheepish tone, you should be more careful. there are wolfeaters around here. as if one of these beasts might overhear her.

admittedly, she wasn't exactly one to be warning given her penchant for breaking hydra's rule. but ...at least she was paying attention. weary enough that she would not be taken so totally off guard ( at least, this is what she tells herself ).

what of me? what if it releases poisonous spores? you won't be the only one affected. she knows practically nothing about wild flora and thus, peers from the shadow cloaked man to the luminous moss once more. breathing in poison is not how i want to die. the commander tells him with a flat twist of her lips; but, she supposes in a way he is right. it was too late now.

have you ever seen anything like this before? she asks after a few more seconds pass, taking a tentative step closer. there is a tightness to her movements, a tauntness in the junction of her shoulders that tells that she is still weary but she feels some level of ease at the fact that he doesn't appear to be suffering any ill affects.