Dorothy looked at her hand in front of her with her other hand raised upwards while holding the knife firmly. She was ready to stab her palm.
Gael, who looked at her intention, panicked as he restricted Dorothy from wounding herself by gripping her wrist tightly.
"Wait! Isn't there another way to prove this!? If this doesn't go the way you expect it, then your palm will truly get injured!"
Gael exclaimed worriedly with his hand still gripping her wrist firmly, indicating that he did not approve of her act.
Dorothy sighed with Gael's sudden disturbance as she looked at him with narrowed eyes, displeased by his intention.
"Gael, you're overreacting. It's not like I'm going to kill myself. I'm just going to scratch my palm a little bit to see if it's going to heal. So, release my wrist this instant."
Dorothy exclaimed what she was going to do and in the end, ordered Gael to let go of her wrist.
