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Great, her wannabe saviour was the talkative type. Nadijah rolled her eyes, but with neither of them in a position to see each other's face, it wasn't exactly the rebuttal she intended it to be. Who [i]did [/i]he think he was though, asking for her trust? That wasn't something a gerudo gave even to one of their own, if they were smart. 

Then again, the smart ones probably didn't get stuck in barrels either.

[COLOR=#b12e2e]"[i]Fine[/i]. Push," [/color]she conceded, though her tone made it sound more like an order. [COLOR=#b12e2e]"You don't have my trust, but I have a blade and you a neck. That's all the reassurance I need." [/color]

He did as he'd said he would, and Nadijah held onto her scimitar tightly as the small, wooden world around her started to slowly tilt - until at last, she could see more than just the cloud-covered sky. The voe announced he was backing away and staying cautious. Smart choice.

[COLOR=#b12e2e]"And you [i]won't [/i]know who I am, either,"[/color] she grumbled as she shifted, more easily now that gravity wasn't conspiring against her. She was flexible enough to untangle herself without much trouble now, emerging from the barrel a dishevelled, angry mess - who immediately sprung to her feet, scimitar pointed back towards where the voe had backed off to. 

[COLOR=#b12e2e]"Right. Now, [i]you[/i],"[/color] she started, eyes seeking to lock on to her little helper's. [COLOR=#b12e2e]"[i]You'd [/i]better forget everything that happened here, lest I need to cut off your tongue. Understand? Nothing but a cucco causing trouble, if anyone asks."[/color]

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