"You are soaked wet and your shirt has dirt," Araqiel says.
Then, I glance at him without stopping my track before glimpsing at my shirt. I smile, squeezing out my shirt.
"I'm fine."
"We can search for a dress inside."
I stop, glaring at him as my arms akimbo. He then smiles at me, shrugging before pointing out his shirt.
"I'm also soaked wet. Also, I don't want you to get sick."
He pulls me closer, glancing at my body as he bites his lip while crossing his arms. I frown until I remember that I'm wearing a white shirt so it has a possibility that it exposes my undergarments.
I glare at him, hitting his head as my right arm covers my chest while the other, I point the sword at him and is taken aback. He just chuckles, lifting his arms in defeat while he wears his smirk and stares at me.
"Don't dare."
I continually glare at him as I point the sword at him.
"I'm not going to do that, Feaubry."
