"Naomi!" Olya said a little louder. "Why are you saying all this to me? It is irrelevant."
"How is this irrelevant, Olya?" Naomi cried. "How can I make you understand?"
"You don't have to," Olya replied. "There is nothing to understand." She knew Naomi's intentions pretty well and didn't want to spend a minute more with her. She got up from her place. "I have to leave now." She started going to the door.
"Wait!" Naomi's voice came from behind. "Wait, Olya!"
When Olya turned, she saw that Naomi was rushing towards her to stop her. Olya's eyes went to her ankle and she narrowed her eyes on them. Naomi was embarrassed and her cheeks heated. She looked at her ankle and stuttered, "I think— I think—"
The door opened and the healer walked in. An old man with a white beard and a long white robe, he had a kind look. He looked between the two sisters with urgency.
