There was a layer of light pink blood smudged on An'an's face. Having had her food snatched away, she gazed at Bluepool with an innocent look.
Bluepool felt guilty from the stare. It made him feel like he had done something gravely wrong, and he very nearly returned the fish to her.
Using his sharp fingernails, he sliced half the fish into sashimi slices even thinner than paper. After which, he squeezed a few drops of fruit juice, and lastly, sprinkled a small dash of salt.
"Eat up. With your weak stomach, if you eat too much of it your stomach is going to hurt. I'll make fish soup with the remaining half," Bluepool said as he handed the fish slices over.
At the sight of food, An'an lowered her head and started eating away. As for how much was there in the bowl, it didn't seem to be within her consideration.
