[Ris doesn't flinch away from the touch, but the shaking of her limbs is bad enough to be visible. If she's still holding Mithos' hand, she's squeezing it tightly in rage.]
No. None of you get to deliver that unto him!
Give us back what you had them take from us, now, and I might just let myself stop at ripping that man open stitch by stitch!
[Yeah, she's. She's not okay right now, at all. Her voice is cracking from raising it.]
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No. None of you get to deliver that unto him!
Give us back what you had them take from us, now, and I might just let myself stop at ripping that man open stitch by stitch!
[Yeah, she's. She's not okay right now, at all. Her voice is cracking from raising it.]