Vivienne's gaze on the blacksmith was casually neutral, as if it was a typical action she saw everyday, while she was sitting next to the young male's laying form, cleaning off her sword with a rag. Casting an occassional glance at him, she couldn't help but find his face very similar to someone she knew, or even met. The brunette couldn't quite put her finger on it. However, with him starting to stir himself awake, she didn't flinch but just watched him; observing him. "You were hit in the back of the head, even though I did warn you to turn around", she just casually answered him, while shifting her sitting position to stand up. The dress' bustle was a mess, slightly torn in distress on some places, but where is her concern? Not there.

"If you would heed my warning, you wouldn't have 'slept' through the night. Since I couldn't stay on the road; I just couldn't leave a 'specimen' like you laying around", the brunette pointed out before giving off the same light tease she gave him the day before. Noticing that he was obviously confused, she gave a sigh. "Tell me, love. What's your name?", she curiously asked, pausing in her cleaning of the sword. 

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