Under the gazes, Alvin and Anya completed their lunch. No one approached them mainly because of Alvin's intimidating air. Even they spoke nothing and had their lunch in absolute silence.
Since Anya wanted to take a look at the room where the Harper's men were controlling, he asked as he stood up, "How is your ankle? Did the swelling reduce?"
Anya glanced at her feet, the swelling had reduced a little when she used the ice pack but it had swollen back. Since it wasn't very painful, "I can manage."
Alvin elegantly stood up and pressed her shoulders, making her sit back on the chair. He kneeled and held her leg. The redness and swelling were enough to tell him she was bearing the pain. He heard her say, "It's alright, Alvin."
