she's the kind of girl you can never please
She is far more beautiful when not shivering and sour, and her gratitude is as warm as the magic Hotaru can feel sliding through her own veins. Not nearly so warm as the delight of one's own ego being stroked through virtue of notoriety of course, which comes moments later. "I hope they kept their sass to a minimum, knowing those two," she laughs, shaking her head with no small measure of fondness. The woman - newly dubbed Alys - has a firm grip, and Hotaru returns it. "Pleasure, Alys. And truly I don't blame you for not returning, I left my shop and home behind as well once the barrier fell." Though an Outlander herself, she'd not stayed long once the Voice had implemented her portals. "Are you staying long? I can help you find quality clothes for your next walk if you want to invest in one or two outfits." The sparkle of humor in her eyes makes it clear she is poking light fun at Aly's lack of preparation, but it is the good-natured sort.
Hotaru
