"Is she alright?"
Back in the lavish room designated for the Weltwanderers, Macheo looked at the azure-haired girl that had quickly fallen asleep on the silken sofa before turning his gaze back to the vermillion-haired demi-human standing beside him.
"Just look after her. She needs to rest."
"Got it."
Sitting on the comfortable furniture across from the girl, Macheo looked up at Valerie, who seemed a bit anxious about something--it was rare for her to stare at the ground with such hesitant eyes.
"What's up? Well...I guess seeing someone get killed like that is probably…"
"It's not that. It's...the bracket. I got a glimpse of it, but I really didn't want to say anything to her--it would've totally cramped her match."
Leaning against the firm wall, the draconic woman huffed as she folded her armor-clad arms across her plump chest.
"Yeah?"
