Not long after, Yana's expression changed and Lamont asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine," Yana replied, but her body curled up and she was clearly in pain.
Lamont became even more worried. "Is it the poison again? Should I call Paige down?"
"No, don't," Yana said, grabbing Lamont's hand. "She's injured. Let her rest. I can handle it. I've endured it like this before."
Countless times, she had suffered from the toxic attacks and had learned to bear the pain alone.
Lamont couldn't just stand by and watch as Yana suffered. "How can I help you?" he asked, trying to remove her hand.
But Yana held onto his hand tightly and begged, "Lamont, I can handle it. I can't always rely on Paige every time I have a flare up. My poison can flare up at any time, and I have to handle it on my own."