Come to think of it, we'd been walking in silence for a while now. It wasn't particularly awkward. But it wasn't very comforting either.
Honestly, at this point, I really was starting to miss Juli.
I hoped we found someone soon. Anyone.
Even Alexia would do.
I sighed for the nth time and glanced sideways at Lily.
Her lip was still split, her eye swollen shut. I doubted she could even see clearly from it. Her forehead was wrapped in gauze, and her nose looked… crooked.
Okay. Real talk.
Did I feel bad for punching seven distinct shades of hell out of her face?
Not really, no.
But did I not feel even a twinge of guilt?
...Fine. Maybe a little.
She did, after all, rescue me and carry my unconscious body for three days. That must've been hard.
Sure, it wasn't enough to earn her a place back in my good graces. Especially since she was the one who provoked me into fighting her to begin with.
But still... I probably could've held back a little more.
I sighed again.
