"We're nothing but commoners; immigrants and travelers who bear little to no prestige and wealth treated as such. We have nothing to close compared to them." Ind helplessly sighed while pointing at Charlotte and Russell, which they lowered their heads.
"So, you insisted on taking it all? Because of them?"
"It wasn't the case." He took a glance at Chloe, who bit her lower lip and was unable to face Anasthasia for the matter.
"Chloe, it must've been hard."
Chloe's head shot up, and she watched Anasthasia. Her face was amiable; no words left her lips, and let her soft gaze prod her.
"Ind, you're bruised and all. Lend me your hand."
Without a cast of doubt, he reached out his hand. Anasthasia cast a spell as soon as she extended hers.
"How are you feeling?"
