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As quick as she reached out to touch Anya, she had darted from the stool, standing now a good couple of feet between them.
" не трогай пожалуйста"don't touch please She blurted out, defensively but also weakly ending off in a short whine, she didn't enjoy the comments the woman had made, nor her adamant staring at her coat. It had come down to the girls' thighs, around mid-length now, as her body had grown last since she'd been around the tavern's walls. It was easy to see the new additions she had made to the coast exterior as she stood, tuffs of the longer fur of her new creatures were added into the layers of it and smoothed to looks as if part of their original design. Also decorating its sides were certain patterns of fur whose original color was covered by blood stains, but none of it looks as if it had even been slashed nor even attempted, even as a bit of fur on some sides were less even than others.
While tempted to retrieve the Cider she did not wish to return closer to the lady, instead pats down into one of her pockets and retrieves a smaller bottle of some sort of herbal solution. Its' smell distinctly a something fermented and fruity and a combination of other plant materials. Its design matched that of the decorated patterns across her coat, seemingly made by the same which gave her the protection of her coat.
" Mine. "