When Emi patted her head, Brunhilde had felt one of the girl's fingers brush across the slightly raised ridge from her old injury. Likely the first person to touch that spot in years, though Brunhilde didn't realize it at the moment. She hardly remembered it existed, except for when she was washing her hair.

Brunhilde gave a short bow to Avarius - a remnant behavior from when she was still taking martial arts lessons from Master Pete Dyer. [color=8493ca]"Yes, sir!"[/color], she replied, and she turned expectantly to Emi, eagerly awaiting her response. She wanted to know more, and to perhaps get to know this person.

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