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Her straightforward sibling wasted no time locating and commenting on her recent makeover. What he said confounded her for a second and she frowned, clearly disconcerted and unsure. "No," she corrected him, feeling a shiver crawl up her spine at the thought of that lowly dog eating her tail, which he'd probably done. "I did pick a fight with a filthy cannibal, disgusting creature. He didn't eat me, he just... caught my tail."

"He probably did eat it, though," she tried to chuckle past her revulsion, but shuddered instead. Unaware that her brother was very much a filthy cannibal himself who might take offence to that, she faced him fully, wincing as the scar of her tail pulled uncomfortably. "Where've you been?" she asked, realizing that her previous subtle probing for information on his recent whereabouts probably hadn't registered with him. Pura was definitely a stranger to subtlety, after all, something she constantly forgot about.