"I still can't believe you just accepted him as he is," Sitra muttered under her nose, sending a hostile glance to Layn. "What if he is some kind of spy?" she asked, turning her head back to the leader of the group.
"A spy? Are you out of your mind?" Castor replied, shaking his head in defeat. "I know that our enemies can be pretty determined, but do you really think they would send spies in such state to us?" he asked, without a hint of hostility in his voice.
'It's as if he was too used and too tired to bother with the blabbing of this girl,' Layn thought, slightly changing his position on the stretcher.
Even when the entire group was camping, Layn still remained in his portable bed. His magic continued to slowly mend his inner wounds, but there was a hard limit of how much he could recuperate in a short amount of time.
"But..." Sitra started only to purse her lips and turn her head around, sulking.
