Her dark red eyes gazed into yours, giving a sullen huff. She threw you over the healing potion you had asked her for before walking over to loot the corpses of the recently fallen. You had both been attacked and corned, both of you beaten and bloody but you more due to your handiwork.

“That’s my last one.” She spat, crossing her arms with her eyes poutingly shut. It seems she was in a mood… again.