[Hayame had a bad habit of ruining other's more positive impressions of her, whether it was her character or even just her appearance. Even with how tightly she binds her breasts down and how well-muscled her arms were, she could be an elegant beauty, if she didn't... often look like she was a minute away from kicking someone to death.

Or whatever look that is on her face now, as he... laughs. At first, she automatically assumes that he's laughing at her, and her entire body grows tense with readiness to strike, but... No, that's not it, perhaps. That, and the awful scent now flooding her brain, make her... Is she blushing? A little.]

If you just cooperated from the start, I would not be.

[If he was willing to let his powers "run out" and risk an arrow to the chest, surely he could trust her with the shard... Tch.

Hayame folds his shirt neatly and then shoves it into the saddlebag she wears on the harness at her "waist", not about to give it back in case she actually did need to hunt him down. And with that taken care of-]

If you are not a liar, you will take this sign here-

[She uses a foreleg to gesture at the worn cobblestones they stood on, the edge of hoof scratching a crude "x" into the porous rock.]

And duplicate it when you have finished your business. That will tell me you will meet me in the hour of the ox at the west gate to the city that night, where I will take custody of you to leave the Regent's lands.

[She taps the unmarked stone next to the one she's marked, her voice brooking very little argument and yet almost expecting it at this point.]

Do you understand?