[Ooohohoho, she doesn't recognize him right away, no. But even with that baby face not-so-baby in her time, she notices the sword hanging on him. The hair. His eyes.]
... Mithos.
[She says it as he passes, just a few steps, as she clutches the hilt of her sword. Her dislike of him practically rolled off her shoulders in waves.]
Of anyone in the village, I'm sure you've changed the least.
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... Mithos.
[She says it as he passes, just a few steps, as she clutches the hilt of her sword. Her dislike of him practically rolled off her shoulders in waves.]
Of anyone in the village, I'm sure you've changed the least.