"Why do I always end up doing stupid things?" She grumbled as she traced the cold bars of the dungeon they were in.
"Finally, you have realized that you have a unique talent for attracting trouble, Gala." The faye, slumped at the back of their tiny cell, commented nonchalantly.
She glared at the young warrior. "Why you're making it sound like it's my fault, Alvaro." Her voice was sharp and annoyed.
The man noticed her mood and decided to respond carefully. Getting into an argument with the stubborn girl would be the last thing he wants right now, he doesn't feel too good. It must be the effect of his sudden shrinkage due to the effect of the barrier to his faye's body. "Take it easy, Gala. Absurd anger wouldn't help us get out of this prison cell. No one's blaming you, alright?" He shifted his position into a more comfortable position.
