I stared at Anya for a few minutes. She was there, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. Well, it was only to be expected.
She had fought for a good while and efficiently too, it was only natural that now she was tired and wanted some sleep. There was just one thing I couldn't understand and it was why she didn't have her lower body.
But I was willing to ignore that for now; more like I didn't want to know why. After all, I could always ask her when she woke up. So it was not much of a problem anyway.
She was sleeping, yeah. And I didn't want to disturb her, thus I turned forward. There I saw my father.
He was standing in front at a distance from me and mother, though something felt weird. He was panting, had more than a few scratches on his body, and was holding his sword straight up.
He stood in a battle posture, with his back against it and it looked like he was trying to protect mother and me.
