Firis stopped in front of Irina and gazed at her with reddened eyes. The princess had lost weight in the months that they were apart, and she also looked weary, so this period had to have been tough on her. She couldn't have eaten very well during these times.
Firis felt worse and started to tear up as she continued to look at her.
"Bean Sprout." Irina, too, looked at Firis with elation in her eyes. However, she soon felt annoyed. Why did that chap send Firis here? The situation of the Night Elves wasn't good. Firis didn't know any magic, and wouldn't be able to protect herself in battle.
"They still haven't grown much." Irina's gaze landed on Firis' bosom, hovering for a brief moment before she sighed.
The same familiar tone of voice and the attack on her soul, but Firis smiled happily. As long as she could stay with the princess, she would be happy to listen to all her insults every day.
