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Jeiel scratches the back of his head. “Yeah… my bad. I should have asked ahead of time.” Erran picks up their speech, even though it were a plain whisper, and drops her book. Jeiel stares towards her. “Erran? What are you –“

“I’ll have you know, little miss, that my Master has no intention on hitting on girls even when drunk.” She began, eyeing the kids.

Jeiel: (grows red by the second) H-HEY! Erran, stop that! They weren’t even picking a – “Master is extremely careful around women, and it is not his intention to gather that many wives without them seeing something within him. So if you have imagined he were planning anything –

(Jeiel clamps a hand on her mouth) “That’d be enough, Erran! Wait… (looks closer at her) You’re drunk. Erran: (hiccups) No I’m not. Gimme my book. (reaches for it) Gimme. My unicorns…

Jeiel pats her slightly and she disappears, book in hand. “Sorry. Alcohol… she must’ve sucked it out and now she’s experiencing it in my place. She may seem stiff, but… she’s just really timid.” He smiles with a half-nod. “I’d like to go on with the tour.”