[ March is an unexpected arrival on the scene, a sudden flash of color, but her timely intervention is far from unwelcome, at least on Yesod's part. How fiercely she makes herself a shield surprises him, not unpleasantly. His discomfort must have been discernible, he supposes; with March standing between him and the stranger now jerking back in bewilderment, he relaxes somewhat.
Of course, they won't be able to address each other using their names for now, and he thinks of their first mission together.
The woman looks March up and down, lips pursed until she recovers to speak. "Yeah?" Blatantly, she takes in every curve of March's figure — only then does she turn to go, throwing her retort over her shoulder. "Well, I sure hope you're getting something out of it." ]
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Of course, they won't be able to address each other using their names for now, and he thinks of their first mission together.
The woman looks March up and down, lips pursed until she recovers to speak. "Yeah?" Blatantly, she takes in every curve of March's figure — only then does she turn to go, throwing her retort over her shoulder. "Well, I sure hope you're getting something out of it." ]