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It was a little disappointing when the man simply walked off without much protest. He was a fully trained slayer and had just been sent to the kitchens by a female half his size. Sure it was nice to know that people would listen to her despite the fact that as the masters daughter, she honestly didn’t have much power over people. Not to mention that her father would surely chew her out when he caught word that one of his men was scrubbing dishes in the kitchen.

As soon as the man was gone from the room, Evelyn noticed that the young huddled slayer was now standing and was even approaching her. Not without fear though, she noticed; The poor boy was shivering. Michael really had done a number on him. While the boy found his courage and spoke to her, thanking and introducing himself, she noticed how hard he was trying to hide the dragon like attributes. Clearly fearing her reaction should she see them.

“He did this to you, didn’t he.” It wasn’t so much of a question, but more a fact since she already knew the answer. Slowly following the bandaged areas over his body with a cool green gaze Evelyn lowered her head. “I wish to apologise.” She told him honestly. No one should ever be treated like this because of what they looked like and knowing that it had been going on without her notice was truly saddening. With clenched fists, she looked towards the entry of the kitchen where Michael had just gone.

Taking a calming breath, she focused back on Momaru who was once again speaking to her. Tilting her head just slightly in a curious manner, when Momaru paused in her name seemingly being corrected internally. However, with the next thing he said, she forgot her thoughts on the matter and her stoic expression brightened marginally in amusement.

[i]An exception?[/i] If she had a drop of water for each time she had heard such a thing, she would have an ocean. It wasn’t uncommon to hear especially not with the young slayers who thought themselves the best. Before she had the chance to make any reply, Rhoo made an appearance. With a raised brow, Evelyn watched as the younger slayer held out a sausage for Momaru with her hands.

“Rhoo,” She began with a humorous exasperation. “Momaru here isn’t an animal to be hand fed.” The berate was only minor and held no real animosity for it was clear that the girl only meant well. “Wouldn’t you agree that he deserves a bowl of his own?”