"Now, transform again."
Isla exclaimed, glancing at Gael as he was panting heavily from the heavy exhaustion in which sweat appeared all over his features.
"Wait.."
He inhales and exhales multiple times and tries to regain himself back, his hand raised in front of her signing to wait.
Isla nodded in understanding, putting her hand on her chin with her eyes narrowed as if she was done observing Gael's state.
"So, the amount of times you can transform into your form is five times. Am I right?"
Gael shakes his head in denial upon hearing the conclusion Isla made which he appeared to be a determined expression.
"I can still transform more!"
Even though he said that he could still do it, his features show differently, which were clouded with tiredness, and he can't be more exhausted than he already is.
Nevertheless, Isla forms a small smile as she looks at Gael, clasping her hand together.
