"Where have you been? How did you get injured? Why didn't you activate the transportation ticket earlier when you got injured?!" Tygr fired off the questions at the young teenager as soon as he released him. He checked Noir over for injuries carefully, and found that he was still rather weak, but healing well. Somehow he had managed to get himself treated…and that made Tygr even angrier. How could Noir simply let a stranger treat him? What if they had evil intentions? Why hadn't he come back to Tygr?!
Noir blinked at him, still confused. "Master? Did the herb get damaged?" he asked quietly. The joy on his face when Tygr had hugged him faded away slowly and he looked down at the grass on the forest floor, the defeated slump of his shoulders broadcasting his misery. "Master…are you still angry…? Did the herb…?" the young Noir started asking in a small voice but was interrupted by an extremely irritated huff from Tygr.
