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Of course, Nyla could tell he was staring at her. At all of them really. Not that she minded. If anything, being looked at made her little squishy heart shudder with a mild bit of delight. Of course, she couldn't keep her eyes off him either. As per Kyouko-sama's request, she had to treat him as she would her. It was no different from her previous occupation, really. She remained as attentive as she could.

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hmm...

Nyla, for the most part remained silent for the trip. A silent caretaker and ensuring that if someone was hungry, they were fed. If someone was tired, they had a place to rest, up until the point where they had reached their destination. She had hoped it wouldn't involve nearly as much fighting as the beach front had, but alas. It seemed like that was too much to hope for. She almost felt like complaining to Kyouko-sama about sending her to fight people when she was much better suited towards more...stealthy missions.

[color=a187be]"...hmm..." [/color]She'd quietly observe Takeshi enter the fray alone. If it had been anyone else, she'd have probably called them a fool for doing so by themselves, but if she were to do that, she'd have to be called Lady Kyouko-sama a fool too then. Well, might as play up to her strengths just ever so slightly, then. Instead of immediately directly confronting the camp, Nyla would instead disengage and make an attempt to circle around to another side of the encampment while they were distracted with the others.

And the moment she would find an opening...well, they'd have nowhere to run. Caught between three aggressors and a wall of fleshy, gooey mass that would ensnare and entrap the moment they came close.