[oh, this time, the scoff front the shadows is not restrained at all. kiera's eyes glint off of the light from inside the inn, even as they remain mostly cloaked in darkness. the tension in their muscles from earlier has returned, keeping them stiff like a cat ready to pounce.]
The lower level is a public space. You're not safe -- like that.
[their gaze shifts to the bloody towel and doesn't move again.]
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The lower level is a public space. You're not safe -- like that.
[their gaze shifts to the bloody towel and doesn't move again.]