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Clair gave out a small giggle with her velvet hands to her lips. "I would have quite liked to see you wearing a bear-cloak. Surely it would have worked with your rugged personality."

The large mercenary looked between the girls, resting his eyes confused at Ana. "He did, did I say somethin? What's with the down face, Ana?"

As Percival entered the slowly crowding room he momentarily took a breath of the air, a red tint coming to his cheek as his eyes darted over Ana. His gaze however completely ignored her face and chest, instead settling on the hands protecting her privacy. He was snapped out of it when Clair stood up with a finger pointing at him like an angry teacher of a misbehaved student. "Don't even think it, bad!" Percival immediately held up his arms. "W-wah? What did I do?!"

Seeing the room in the shack get smaller and smaller the Nightmare clutched her scythe a little harder, realizing the space-problem with both her large equine frame and the fact that the mercenary near the door already had trouble to get in as well without her addition. Glancing back to the Large Mouse the mare nodded. "Well.. I met the Miss Mouse when I possessed her in that very shack."