"What happened?"
As soon as Azariah entered the town, Arianell asked, waiting for him at the entrance.
"Nothing," Azariah replied as he entered the town, followed by her. "Where is Aimar?"
"He is guarding the orphanage," she replied as they moved. "Are you alright? You're sweating a lot."
Azariah turned to look at her. He could clearly see concern in her eyes.
"Why do you even care for me?" he whispered softly as he walked.
"....."
She didn't reply but just quietly looked at him.
Her mind swirled with many thoughts, but she couldn't convey them.
All she could do was look at him.
"Nobody cares about you," she grumbled softly, slapping his arm.
"Well, you are wrong," Azariah replied with a light shrug, rubbing his arm. "...A lot of people care about me."
"...I see," she whispered as they arrived at the orphanage.
Aimar stood at the entrance, leaning against the wall while looking at them.
