Second Floor...
"Seriously, why did you run away?"
A frown was present on Danny's face, and, the vein on his forehead was bulging.
He was angry, and, his eyes were staring daggers at Ron.
"B-but,"
Ron didn't have an answer to his question, and, instead of replying, he could only lower his head, and, let out a long sigh.
After gazing at the ground beneath him for a while, he lifted his head and looked back at Danny, "I am a healer. So, I shouldn't fight monsters, right?"
His response was weak, and, his voice was shaking, as he was afraid of his friend's wrath.
However, even though the answer was a bit lacking, Danny didn't say anything, and, only shook his head in disappointment.
"Tsk,"
After a few seconds of silence, Danny began to walk forward.
But, just as he was about to leave, he glanced back at Ron one last time.
"Let's go," He said, and his face softened, as he saw Ron's pitiful expression.
