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Zafira stifled a laugh at Willis' action, enjoying his teasing nature. She leaned back, and admired his form, watching him with a curious intent. Zafira was by no means an artist. The best thing she could draw was a stick figure, and even those were muddled with not silky lines. Nonetheless, she...

Zafira sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, agreeing with Willis' statement of them being able to fit a village in the cave. Zafira would have preferred something smaller. Looking for any signs of danger and the like would have been a whole lot more easier had the cave been able to only fit a...

At the pickup line, Zafira rolled her eyes and chuckled. Ironic considering that she had a tendency to make such drugs although hers were used for medical purposes, of course. "You are far too much, Sir," she teased, looking around the dark cave. Zafira agreed with Willis. She wasn't just going...

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, although for someone so charming, Zafira had the smallest feeling she wasn't the only one to hear them that didn't bother her though. His intentions were clear from the start which Zafira appreciated immensely. Willis's thumb still lightly place on...

"We just sailed an entire night, Captain. Turning around seems like a waste er time," growled one of the more reluctant ones. Two more people protested as well, and Zafira bit back a sigh. She was exhausted. Of fighting. Of worrying. Of thinking about Belmont dying underneath the deck. She...

"Customers are always welcome," Louvre grinned, chuckling at Zafira's excitement. Zafira's mood the night before had been incredibly low, but talking to the man in front of her had lightened her up considerably. She loved talking to bakers, debating about techniques, arguing about favorite...

Zafira felt terrible for making the honest-looking barber lie. Emery didn't seem to mind it at all though, cracking jokes and easing the tension around them. Holding the pure gold watch in her pale hand, Zafira couldn't get over how recklessly stupid she'd been. There could have been other...

To that, Zafira had no response. She was good at healing physical ailments - scratches, cuts, broken bones. She'd even brought a few backs from the cradles of death, snatching them up before their final seal was stamped on them. Anything that had to do with the physical body, Zafira was a master...

Zafira's eyes dropped down to the burn on his chest aware of the way it swirled and expanded over his pale stomach. It resided where his heart would be, the area scorched black. Zafira memorized its patterns, recognizing it from somewhere. From where, she could not pinpoint. "We need to go to...

It had been an hour. Zafira paced painfully around the room, aware of the light shining through the window. The crew might be wondering where she was, and Zafira had half the mind to go to them quickly. Zafira stayed rooted in her spot with Belmont though, biting at the side of her otherwise...

She didn't disagree with him. She thought it was the right thing to do, but nonetheless, she could care less about the artifact at the moment. There would always be something to chase after, some hidden gem, trinket, or piece of gold, but there was one Belmont and she'd rather not have him break...

Seeing him take a bite, and regard the turnover with surprise, Zafira suppressed another smile. She doubted he'd appreciate her laughing at him, although it was quite entertaining to see a world-renowned ronin such as himself be so taken aback by something as simple as a pastry. "Have you...

Zafira blinked. So much was happening at the same time. Belmont's mind seemed to be going a hundred miles per minute and she couldn't decipher what the hell was conjuring itself up in that mind of his. Zafira thought back to a spell that renders one unconscious. When a person was usually...

Zafira was tempted to tell Belmont to calm down, his panic causing something frantic in Zafira to rise. The statement would help no one though so she kept her silence as Belmont focused on doing some.... a ritual? Zafira didn't know. She'd seen him do something like this a few times but it...

"I understand a good practice," Zafira nodded, leaning back against a tree. "I also understand that it is usually frowned upon to work so hard without eating anything," Zafira pointed out. It was natural for her to fret over people. Her father was a physician. Noticing Touma examine the pastry...