Ezrik leaned back, brushing his jaw with his ringed fingers. "Looks like your temper's gotten worse since the mission."
"Try going on a mission that's supposedly training, only to be dumped in a danger zone." Willow shot him a glare and kept walking. "I almost got ripped apart by a Hollowed, so of course my"—she air-quoted, walking past him—"'temper' has gotten worse."
Ezrik only shrugged at her rant. "You're supposed to thank me, not complain."
That stopped Willow in her tracks. She turned to stare at him like she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Ezrik stopped too, watching her closely, clearly curious about her reaction to his smugness.
"Thank you?" she repeated, incredulous. "Wait... this is about the undersuit?"
He nodded.
She scoffed. "I didn't even use it. Ugh!" She waved him off with both hands. "Please, just go away. I don't have the strength to deal with your infuriating presence right now."
