divineth | week 4 - witch's lair curfew

["Come back to me if he turns into an impetulant child, perhaps, and I might sing to your tune."]

[ 'He has hidden a lot.'

But Thancred knows that. She'll just push over a bottle of water from her apron pockets]

["He's been very good at that from the start, I fear.

Have you given him a piece of your mind yet?"]

[ 'not yet. But soon. Maybe I'll use a chair']

["Try not to kill him. I would really rather not be stranded here for lack of an alchemist at the cusp of a cure."]

[ 'we can train another'

and then 'no more killing from me. just beatings']