"What do you think I'd even feel alright after almost dying again?"
This time her tone changes to more caustic and blaming.
"I'm sorry… I was only asking Little Doe. I never told you to be instantly fine. I'm…" he was lost for words.
Somehow, explaining felt like just giving excuses.
"How can I be fine when I'm this worn out?" cut in the girl aggrievedly, recalling how she was handled roughly by the same man.
Aella hit him and he just let her blow off steam. But her fist had no strength, and the impact was more akin to a tap instead.
Pursing her lips in annoyance, the girl buried her head in his chest with occasional knocking like a small buffalo throwing a tantrum.
She was done with trying to maintain any semblance of demure, noble, or kind understanding. Her dignity had already been compromised when she had drenched him with her bile earlier.
"Stop it! You'll crack your skull," he pointed out naturally trying to show care.
