[ She steps back from him, nodding the once. It's not entirely a lie, she is tired of it. The half whispers behind her back, were manageable - the ones she heard about him, less so. Already had the one barked conversation out of his hearing that she wore her sword openly for a reason, and it wasn't because she liked to play games about it. ]
There is only so much gossip one can stomach in the evening.
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There is only so much gossip one can stomach in the evening.