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Harue watched Okitsugu closely as he stepped closer to get a better look at the crest. The trinket was a fine blend of gold, silver, and jade with a cord of the finest soft leather to ensure strength and longevity. It would ensure her assistance from any ally she might come across; or that's what she was hoping for, anyway. Despite she did not want to accuse her savior of being a thief, she couldn't be too careful when it came to something so valuable. After a moment, Harue withdrew her hand and immediately started to tie the trinket back into her hair. Hair and crest secure, she replaced her pin.
"There is no need for such formality. You are welcome to use my given name." The Princess blushed when Okitsugu addressed her so humbly. In such circumstances as these, she saw no reason for him to use her title. Actually, she felt that she owed him at least that much for saving her. Harue's eyes brightened at the mention of the village only for her to blush again at the mention of her lack of footwear.
"Lost, I'm afraid. I kicked them off somewhere along the road so I could run faster." Her eyes shifted downward to look at her feet. "I will just have to do without." Without hesitation, she started forward in the direction he had pointed, eager to get as far away from the camp as possible.
"There is no need for such formality. You are welcome to use my given name." The Princess blushed when Okitsugu addressed her so humbly. In such circumstances as these, she saw no reason for him to use her title. Actually, she felt that she owed him at least that much for saving her. Harue's eyes brightened at the mention of the village only for her to blush again at the mention of her lack of footwear.
"Lost, I'm afraid. I kicked them off somewhere along the road so I could run faster." Her eyes shifted downward to look at her feet. "I will just have to do without." Without hesitation, she started forward in the direction he had pointed, eager to get as far away from the camp as possible.