[ olivia lingers beside the horse (who has definitely seemed to calm down considerably now that there isn't a mad man on its back). she remains quiet for the most part, merely watching the two men exchange their words while a look of mild concern remains etched into her features.
after a while, she can't help but say, in a tiny voice that could easily be swallowed up by the winds around them, ]
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madman on its back). she remains quiet for the most part, merely watching the two men exchange their words while a look of mild concern remains etched into her features.after a while, she can't help but say, in a tiny voice that could easily be swallowed up by the winds around them, ]
Um... Are you sure you're okay, Mr. Masamune...?