When she'd come back to the room and found the bed empty, and did not find a rambling, feverish madman in the hallways of the inn terrorizing guests, Belphe rightly assumed that Sho must be feeling better.
Which meant that her self-imposed obligation of making sure he did not die was complete. He had lent her pants, after all...
The pants in question were folded neatly on the room's bed where he could easily find them in favor of the warmer winter outfit she'd picked out for herself yesterday in preparation for travel and, with that, she considered their ways to be officially parted. Her few belongings had been divided between her backpack and the supply satchel currently around Hades' neck, as she paused on the outskirts of the city, eyes fixated on her Gear's screen as she studied the road that would lead her to the next town.
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Which meant that her self-imposed obligation of making sure he did not die was complete. He had lent her pants, after all...
The pants in question were folded neatly on the room's bed where he could easily find them in favor of the warmer winter outfit she'd picked out for herself yesterday in preparation for travel and, with that, she considered their ways to be officially parted. Her few belongings had been divided between her backpack and the supply satchel currently around Hades' neck, as she paused on the outskirts of the city, eyes fixated on her Gear's screen as she studied the road that would lead her to the next town.