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She eventually gave up and slumoed on the curb. "Stupid ass Morishamo..." She grumbled. She looked around, her gaze harsh yet full of some kind of kindness. She glanced at Rustik for a moment before unsheathing her katana and cutting her palm with it which drew blood. She stared at it, her gaze still blank. She set the katana down beside her and held her hand up so that the blood ran down her arm. The pain distracted her from every other injury. She wasn't a very... Educated or capable woman other than in fighting. She wasn't entirely sure how to properly dress a wound nor distract herself other than create more pain.

Rustik watched as Sarah used a odd looking sword to cut herself, and then he sighed, looking back at the rain clouds, which were closer than before. That made Rustik get up and go inside the bakery, where he sat down to the right of the door.