Fuzzsir, on the other hand, was much more direct.
With a displeased expression, he said, "Do you even realize you're treating us differently? We're injured too. Why don't you care about us?"
Hairry, however, didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were frequently darting toward Luca, her gaze shining like starlight—beautiful and mesmerizing.
Donlow noticed this and, a glint of caution flashing in her eyes, subtly stepped a few paces forward, purposefully blocking her line of sight.
"These minor injuries are nothing; I can handle them myself," Luca replied, somewhat taken aback by Drumph's enthusiasm. He shivered slightly, his skin crawling.
He couldn't help but wonder if the old man had some... peculiar habits.
As everyone's emotions calmed down, Luca suddenly remembered something and turned to Donlow and the others. "Did you guys happen to see my father and uncle?"