"Ouch... ouch! That hurts!" Eli's pained cry echoed through the room as the pack of ice pressed against his face, eliciting a sharp sting.
"Oh, come on! Don't be such a baby!" Emily retorted.
Amongst the group of revived guards, gatekeepers, and knights, Eli, the youngest of them all, seemed to be the crankiest.
"Just go slowly, please! It still hurts!" Eli pleaded, his discomfort palpable.
"I will if you stop complaining!" Emily snapped back, her patience wearing thin.
Drystan, unable to resist a jab, chimed in with a teasing tone, "Poor you, Eli. You've got such a fierce person nursing you!"
Emily's glare pierced through the knight as she bristled at the remark. She didn't find being called a fierce person amusing in the slightest.
"A fierce person, you say?" her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Fine then! Nurse him yourself!"
