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He didn't enter the water, oddly enough, despite the fact that it would probably help with the tension and pain in his leg. Well, she wasn't going to inform him of that. If he so chose to remain on the side that was his choice. Steam rose up, partly enveloping and blocking the view, occasionally clearing up. She ran her tongue over her body, removing the worst of the blood and dirt that covered her. Pausing at the nickname Amy looked over to him. He had no idea how true that title was, yet she had the feeling it wasn't necessarily meant in the best of terms.
Deciding to ignore it Amy spoke. A couple months. Enough to let me know the ins and outs of it. Stretching Amy headed for a place that was thick with steam to shift into her optime form. She'd leave in her lupus form to avoid any misunderstandings. The change was smooth, letting her sit up and lounge in the water, golden hair falling down. Eyes partly closed Amy let the heat wash over her, glad that she didn't have to go to the hot springs out in neutral lands anymore when she wanted to do this.
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