~It is the sign of a great mind to dislike greatness, and to prefer things in measure to things in excess~
-Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Andronika frowned slightly as she stared at the carriage prepared for her, it was time for the Azure Elite to depart forest Surma and Andronika's condition was still too critical to ride hence the Surma tribesmen had prepared a carriage.
"Take it away... this General is not so fragile that I cannot ride with an injury." Andronika dismissed in a distasteful tone however a good number of stern glares were fixed on her the very next moment.
"General, you are barely standing upright and your injuries are yet to heal, your spiritual cognition is in shambles and you will not be making a recovery anytime soon, you are not fit to ride." Leif insisted and Andronika scoffed beneath her breath.
