Adelia sits next to a wooden cart with the sickly stranger, raising her gaze to the duo. Her eyes pause for an extra moment on their interlocked hands before she acknowledges their presence. "Are either of you too injured to travel?" she asks calmly, as if the mess that they're in isn't right before her eyes.
"We can still travel, how's the stranger?" Mizuki speaks up for herself, crouching to meet Adelia's eye level. She bites back a groan at the sharp pain that surges through her muscle when she sits. Adelia notices.
"You don't look good. We should rest here before continuing on our journey," Adelia advises. Turning her head to the stranger, she adds, "He's been fine. I don't think he'll wake up before morning but his cuts should dry quick enough."
The adolescent in front of Mizuki has his eyes closed peacefully, features softened. His hair is a dark teal and he looks even attractive up close. Mizuki stares in amazement at his side profile. He's attractive.
