“Guess who’s back?!”

The voice of a woman you hadn’t seen in weeks rings out, as she barges into your shop. She instantly finds a seat, placing her hands into the correct position for you to work your magic.

“You can spare some time for me, right? Oh, and don’t bother about the eyepatch. It’s a long, long story.”

As you smile and sit down, you note how calloused her hands have become. It’s not much, but it’s definitely a change from the previously silky smooth hands you’d had the task of working on. Her nails, too, were worn and unkempt. Nothing major, but Nobara usually had her’s in perfect condition because she simply likes feeling pretty.

“Soooooo, I was thinking we just go for a general clean up, no fancy designs this week. I could use a real long nap, y’know?”