[The flinch when she smacks him is extremely apparent. He recoils a little, grabbing his hand defensively like it burned him. It didn't actually, because he's still fireproof, but the sensation of heat from the forge is enough to make him jumpy.
He grumbles something that might have been a "sorry".]
I'm not a kid, I don't need a guardian. [He feels this needs to be said.]
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He grumbles something that might have been a "sorry".]
I'm not a kid, I don't need a guardian. [He feels this needs to be said.]