"Just a couple of tough guys whose egos were hurt because I could lift it by myself."

It looked heavy, especially for someone dressed like Makoto who looked like an ordinary girl. First it had been surprising, then had quickly turned into an inquisition about gray scaly skin and something about a curse, until finally he'd reached out and she there him.

Of course that didn't help much, ever aster Lances'intervention.Now the whispered and rumore were even more apparent and strong, a few growing a bit high. Making it too much like home and continuously becoming like home where they saw her as nothing more than a monstrous freak; at least those were the thoughts that were gradually crawling their way back in. Which added to the stress and corruption. Her blood making her legs and arms numb to where she'd dropped the cargo, or would occasionally crush a cup without realizing it.