Ahahaha asdfghjkl. I'm such a failure. V~V Basically just removed the last two paragraphs; I hope I fixed it. Sorry for misunderstanding you! <3
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The merchant responded to her question regarding the time in which she had to repay her with bluntness, and by the way she held herself upright and still, the only sound from her being her breathing, Vlad felt herself stiffen. Was she planning on attack her suddenly when she didn't expect it? This thought soon was deemed unprobable, though, for when she gave the polish to Amy, she seemed to calm down a bit. She looked over the vial before pocketing it, saying she was at the most relieved she hadn't traded with a thief. By no means Vladislava considered herself a thief, but perhaps the way she presented herself gave off that impression. She did not know, nor did she care. At the moment, all she worried about was whether or not she was going to live to see the evening, or otherwise still be in good health as she was now.
The Russian saw the other woman glance over at her horse, and nodded rigidly. "He is a good horse, да," she replied softly, still a bit fearful for her life. Though Amy seemed much more relaxed than she had been before, Vladislava was still going to be careful when around her. She was on her toes, she knew, for she was still nervous that she might leave for the Halifax with some sort of injury to bear.
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