"You're quite young. Are you leaving also?" the girl's mother asked after calming down and observing Ivan carefully.
"Leaving also?" Ivan echoed in response, his voice tinged with a bit of surprise.
"What do you mean by 'leaving also' ma'am?" Ivan asked, trying to confirm whether his thoughts coincided with what the woman meant by that.'
"You're from Yaran too right? Surely you survived everything that happened, although barely." She asked while eyeing Ivan. Her gaze lingered on Ivan's crushed foot that was wrapped in a white material, allowing for the excess blood to seep through, clearly showing the sorry state his foot was in. She showed a pitying face before she continued.
"You are leaving Tasvill right? That can be the only reason you would come this far north. We are not too far from the natural border and the other trade route. Surely you didn't just stroll here right?"
She's smart. Ivan praised internally.
