The Monk and the Donna

[Loyola]

After cringing a little, Loyola is stanging up with help of the guard who would offer his hand. The skin at her knee seems to be scratched just a little, now it almost seemed like Enma's reaction to it was excessive, it couldn't hurt that much. Outcast looks around, fixing her hair, checking if her nails are alright too.

— Alright... So tell me about this temple and the rules?

She tries to act like nothing just happened.

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