Dean tilted his head as he absorbed what Emily just said.
"What do you mean by that? Won't you get upset if I don't go help in the farms? You always went really mad at me whenever I arrived late or said that I wasn't feeling like working," Dean scratched his head.
Emily shrugged.
"Well, you are injured. You won't make much difference if you go there. It's a very tiring kind of labor, you know?"
Dean nodded his head.
"So, we will just... hmm, relax?"
Emily took a knife and walked near Dean, pointing it at him. The boy nearly jumped out of his chair, getting desperate.
"W-What are you up to!?" He put both hands in front of his body.
"If you are thinking in strange things, I will rip your head off with this knife, did you hear me? When I say "relax", I am talking about a walk or something, dumbass!"
Dean nodded his head quickly, leaning his body backward to create more distance from her.
