[ Rather than get better, that scar seems to have spread, but she finds it difficult to voice that particular observation. She manages to glance longingly at the tea tray, empty cups sitting invitingly next to the kettle, but she still doesn't resist while Kazuma has her arm. She can sense his worry, written clear in the furrow of his brow. ]
It will. It doesn't hurt...
Why, I've hardly noticed it. [ Coming from someone as observant as Susato, that has to mean something. ]
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It will. It doesn't hurt...
Why, I've hardly noticed it. [ Coming from someone as observant as Susato, that has to mean something. ]