"I see... Say nothing more and drink your tea. Bad things of the past will only bring misfortune if we continue to cling to them. So let's just live in the present," Lyan pushed the cup of hot tea to her front. His tone is indifferent, but the little halfling could see his eyes filled with sympathy for her. Noticing that made a smile to be formed on her face.
"Yes. Thank you, master," The little half-halfling uttered with a smile as she took another sip of the tea before her. The hotness and became bearable as it has cooled enough after she told her story to Lyan.
"Don't call me master," (Lyan)
"Eh? Then what should I call you... Boss? My lord? My liege?" The girl innocently tilted her head to the side.
"...Master is fine, I guess..." (Lyan)