The person Alita called Grandma was very frail. Her every movement was very slow and barely made a sound, Alita bit her lip with a reddened face with impatience. She wanted to replace the old granny's movements with those of Iris.
The old woman put her cigar in the ashtray, exhaled the smoke from her mouth, and glanced at Iris.
"She was badly injured." The woman then put a bitter smile on her face, Alita didn't know whether it was a smile of joy or sadness. "My grandchild, get some water from the lake over there."
"Okay!" Alita flew with her wings, went down, and took a glass container to fill the lake water, which was almost frozen because of the snow, and returned to her grandmother. "Here, Grandma!"
The old woman is a royal healer, Alita doesn't know which race she is from, but seeing her physique getting older and her body getting weaker and weaker day by day, she can only conclude that this old woman is from the human race.
