"Have you even thought about your parents? Aunt and Uncle were worried sick about you. I got mad at you for doing that, and if only I wasn't worried, I wouldn't track you down and you might still be in that whorehouse until now."
Lucia grimaced at her cousin. "Thank you very much for the big help! Now, satisfied?"
"You are so hardheaded, Lucia. You should grow, kid. Learn how to be mature. Let me remind you that you are a–"
"I know that now, okay? I know that now, so stop talking! I'm hungry and I'm sure Ophelia is also starving. Just find as a tavern or anywhere we can have a decent meal, will you?"
"You demanding brat. If you have forgotten, I'm older than you. You can't just boss me around like I'm your slave."
"Blah blah blah... whatever you say, Orion. My knee still hurts and Ophelia and I are both starving. Can you give a little mercy?"
