[The woman thanks them and moves inside in a daze, but thankful to be off the streets. Kija himself, however, beams at the other man. Lifting both 'hands' up, he rests them on the other's shoulders.
. . . Apologies for whatever is left on them after battle.]
Thank you. That is very noble of you. [Pat pat. He tries to be gentle with the claw, at least.]
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. . . Apologies for whatever is left on them after battle.]
Thank you. That is very noble of you. [Pat pat. He tries to be gentle with the claw, at least.]