Cleris marched into their room, completely agitated. Mordrid who was lying leisurely on the bed, stood up immediately.
"Is something wrong hunny? You look troubled, and angry, and... I don't even have any word to describe how you look right now." He said jokingly as he played with her hair.
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for your silly jokes? Your daughter is lying there unconscious, and you don't even seem to be bothered about it." Cleris snapped at him, smacking his hand that was on her hair.
"So that's what's bothering you? Relax your mind already. You've been complaining about this same issue since morning. I've told you that she'll be fine by morning." Mordrid said calmly as he sat on the bed.
