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"....?!?!"
Luca didn't know what to say, because of all the centaurs in that village Mavis was the last one he'd have expected to ask such a absurd favour!
"D-Don't look at me like that, Dummy Hero! This is your fault."
Mavis continued, jabbing a finger at him.
"You're the one who said I was the stinkiest! You're the one who put that thought in my head! I tried to ignore it. I tried to go home and sleep it off. But I couldn't! I just kept thinking about about how I've been walking around reeking for years and nobody told me! And now everyone knows and I'm the stinkiest centaur and I can't—I just can't—"
Her voice cracked.
"Mavis..." Luca's expression softened.
"I'm still a girl, okay?!" She burst out. "I might be a blacksmith. I might spend my days covered in soot and sweat. But I DO care about these things and right now, knowing that I smell worse than everyone else—I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't do anything until it's GONE!"
