As Midna lets Aya go, she withdraws her arms quickly, with a gasp, her breath still rapid as she calms a little from the withdrawal of any immediate danger.
"Wait, what about the alchemist's guild?" she asks, as if she had missed everything the Elezen had said to that point, her voice still raised, though softer than a moment ago. Her blue eyes still stood wide as she glanced about now furtively, catching momentarily upon the group of Alchemists, readily identifiable by their professional garb, "You're with them?" Â
She mutters a little under her breath, giving her head a slight shake, Maybe she's not an assassin after all...
As Midna gets a closer look at the Hyur girl, her cloak now laying open and hood thrown back, she does not appear to be much of a candidate for a trade guild, or hard work of any kind.
"Wait, what about the alchemist's guild?" she asks, as if she had missed everything the Elezen had said to that point, her voice still raised, though softer than a moment ago. Her blue eyes still stood wide as she glanced about now furtively, catching momentarily upon the group of Alchemists, readily identifiable by their professional garb, "You're with them?" Â
She mutters a little under her breath, giving her head a slight shake, Maybe she's not an assassin after all...
As Midna gets a closer look at the Hyur girl, her cloak now laying open and hood thrown back, she does not appear to be much of a candidate for a trade guild, or hard work of any kind.
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