[ There...we...go. Hibiki had made sure to put on the spare glove she always carries with herself (one never knows when one might need to challenge someone to a duel) before brushing the ayakashi away. It clings to her finger, but she lifts it to her lips and blows on it until it goes flying.
Then she smiles. ] How are you feeling?
[ No chance of catching blight from you, right? You wouldn't dare blight her. ]
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[ There...we...go. Hibiki had made sure to put on the spare glove she always carries with herself (one never knows when one might need to challenge someone to a duel) before brushing the ayakashi away. It clings to her finger, but she lifts it to her lips and blows on it until it goes flying.
Then she smiles. ] How are you feeling?
[ No chance of catching blight from you, right? You wouldn't dare blight her. ]