Boris asked again, "Did you get hurt?"
"None of your business!" Ziana struggled. She put both hands on him, sat up, and broke his hands again. "Let go!"
"Did you get hurt?" He still said the same thing.
Ziana suddenly found it funny and replied impatiently, "No, no, no! Can you let go? Otherwise..."
"Are you going to bite me again?" he said before she finished speaking.
Ziana opened her mouth but said nothing. She slapped his hand away, turned over, and sat on the ground next to him.
Boris' eyes darkened a little, and the suddenly empty arms and palms made him feel lost for a moment.
He grabbed it weakly and then supported to sit up. He squeezed his left arm with his right hand, twisted it, and then suddenly clicked.
Ziana looked over suspiciously.
Boris squeezed his arm again and then shook it. It could move as usual.