Draven glanced at her.
"To shower. I have sweat too much and I do not like the feeling." He shook his head. "I like to change into new clothes as well."
Avelina stepped in front of him and started to walk backward. "What about me?"
"I have informed the maids, so they will—"
"AH!!" Avelina, who was distracted by his words, plopped over a rock, and as she was falling, she instinctively grabbed Draven's hand.
Draven, who appeared inattentive enough to even see it beforehand, lost his balance and fell along with her. In order not to hurt her, he managed to press his hands against the ground, leaving him looming above her.
Avelina, who had hit her head on the floor, rolled her eyes in pain.
"Are you okay?" Draven inquired, deeply concerned.
"Ouch…that hurts." Avelina hissed in pain.
