[ The smile is barely acknowledged. The hood covering part of her face immediately shifts down, as Morgana trains her gaze to the floor. ...Perhaps, however, Akechi gets the impression she might be embarrassed at the minor praise.
Wordlessly, she steps back at his behest. Pitifully, the girl hopes he doesn't notice her trembling just slightly - a sword... a weapon... She hasn't seen once since that fated day in the slave cart. ]
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Wordlessly, she steps back at his behest. Pitifully, the girl hopes he doesn't notice her trembling just slightly - a sword... a weapon... She hasn't seen once since that fated day in the slave cart. ]