Emma Tremont asked anxiously, "Uncle, have you... been hurt?"
"Just a scratch from the bushes around here, it's nothing serious," answered Declan Darcy. He then remembered something and asked,"Is your leg okay?"
Emma Tremont suddenly shrieked, "Ah...!"
Declan Darcy furrowed his brows, "What's wrong? Is it a serious injury?"
Emma Tremont quickly shook her head, "No, no, I was just thinking... I almost forgot my leg was injured too..."
She promptly chose to sit down on the ground, gingerly rolling up her pant leg.
In the darkness, with only the faint moonlight to illuminate her, Emma Tremont's fair calf appeared to be bathed in blood. At a glance, it looked somewhat...horrifying.
"It's alright," Declan Darcy glanced down, "It's just a graze from a bullet. Nothing major."
Emma Tremont looked at him in surprise, "Uncle, you could tell it was just a graze from a glance? It didn't hit me directly?"
"Yes."
"How did you know so much..."
