Zillia considered herself fast, faster than Kyrie but slower than Maremalle at least, but the speed that girl was running with the brat was ridiculously fast. Faster than the redhead midget could be, which was a big feat if she ever saw one.
The bear was having trouble to keep with her. 'Did she need any help? She could get the brat out of here in the blink of an eye.' Zillia felt like a weight towards that woman and the brat. She hated that feeling.
'Are both of them that important to you? So important you are willing to risk your life to make them escape?' Zillia chewed on the inside of her cheek. It was not a good feeling to be left in the dark about the intention of her friend, and the emotions in his heart.
