"No can do." Dehya shook her head, holding unto the handle of her claymore.

"I was given strict orders to guard over you." the woman said sternly whilst looking around both ways to ensure your safety. Once it was deemed safe enough for her taste, Dehya would loosen her grip on the handle just a little.

"Let's go home," Dehya walked up to you, "I really don't want to see you running around out here again." she sighed.