[ Sanzo knows a rough time himself lately, and he’s on a hair trigger right then. He’s entirely aware of a presence coming up on him from around the statue, though he only gives that fact away when he draws his revolver in a flurry of white cloth. He’s aimed with his finger on the trigger even before he looks over at her sidelong. As he searches her face, there’s only the faintest tremor in his arm.
He apparently decides that he sees whatever he’s looking for. The tense line of his arm starts to relax after a long moment, and his expression eases to something more neutral.
Damn, it’s far more a relief to see her than he wants to admit. ]
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He apparently decides that he sees whatever he’s looking for. The tense line of his arm starts to relax after a long moment, and his expression eases to something more neutral.
Damn, it’s far more a relief to see her than he wants to admit. ]