"W-what are you implying, Rurik? Are you just joking around with life and this kind of stuff? Because if you are, it's better for you to…", The Princess stopped to talk when Rurik gave her that dejected, melancholic, but serious look.
Casper, on the contrary, didn't panic or something. He just kept quiet, thinking. His hands were interlaced with each other, and he was looking down, sat on the mattress of the bed.
"A bad news, huh? That's fair. And I even know what it is, to be honest…" Casper was sure about what Rurik would say to him. It was even obvious at that point.
The soldier moved slightly his achy ankle, looking at it with a regretful face for some seconds.
"It's my ankle, isn't it?"
The Princess and Rurik stopped to look at each other and fixed their eyes at Casper.
"Yes, it is. So, you already knew? How depressive… I think I wanna cry again…" Rurik was holding his tears, sniffing with his nose.
