Miran

Zeb Ya

Script

Miran: Set my hair on fire? Do your icebind and run away like a chocobo with your tail tucked in? Well... *stands in front of him* Do it?

Zeb: *hand reached out*

Miran: Since I'm just a woman to you, and obviously not your mother, I'm waiting? Just some poor non-handwaving waif.

Zeb: *shakily puts his hand down*

Miran: Armor off.

Zeb: I can't tak-

Miran: That wasn't a request.

Zeb: *slishes away the armor*