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The bath felt nice, even if Shadowfang had been the one to make it. She hated that guy. He was far too smart, far too good at what he did. He didn't deserve to be a slave, yet had willingly enslaved himself. That was what irritated her the most, that he willingly served others when he could be greater than that. She refused to face him, the crow fluttering down from a tree, hopping along the small rim and letting out what sounded like a scolding.
She splashed water at it, sending the bird flying with a squawk. Hearing his words Amy sunk down even deeper. She really was at her lowest point if he was saying that. Did he really think she was so weak as to not be able to battle as she wished? To let her say whatever and ignore it? That felt horrible. Tears began to leak from her eyes, turning and looking over the edge, keeping herself as low down as possible, wishing that he hadn't shown up.
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