Guts stirred awake, and felt something on his arm. That girl had followed him here. He pushed her off, causing locks of hair to fall out of place, revealing various burn scars.
It made sense to Guts. She must have been a war orphan, taken in by these scriveners. War orphans were relatively common in Midland. Still, she had it better here than most places, not that it mattered. Guts stood up, shouldering his sword. If the Brand was going to be a problem again, he'd have to leave tonight.
Hanako's eyes cracked open just in time to see that Aloha shirt walking further away.