[A few things fall into place for her all at once after both his physical reaction and his choice of words when he replies. She scritches her fingers gently against his head, against the back of his skull, and sighs.]
A favour? That's really what you think you're doing?
[His irritation doesn't bother her. Izō's irritation has never really bothered her, not even from the first moment they met. He would be hard-pressed to even really startle her anymore, unless he was genuinely trying to scare her.]
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A favour? That's really what you think you're doing?
[His irritation doesn't bother her. Izō's irritation has never really bothered her, not even from the first moment they met. He would be hard-pressed to even really startle her anymore, unless he was genuinely trying to scare her.]
Why can't you go back?