[I thought he was angry… and that he wanted to throw the dagger at my face.]
Zeir paused when he heard Roxanna's thoughts. For a moment, he looked surprised, then he understood that her ex-husband probably used to do things like that all the time. Throwing things away when he was angry, like it was normal.
Zeir's gaze softened even more. "And I'm not mad at you," he said, his voice gentle as he looked at her. "I just… I think you've already done so much for us today, so you don't need to use your blood anymore."
Then he added, "For now, how about you help us clean our wounds instead?" He looked at her carefully. "Do you want to do that?"
Roxanna stayed silent for a few seconds, as if she was still trying to believe him. Then she finally nodded, and smiled. "Alright!"
[Ah… I really thought he was that angry at me.] Roxanna sighed in her mind. [Well… it's not like they can't get angry. But it's just scary when a man looks like he's holding too much rage.]
