'Damn it.'
I don't know how to describe this feeling; though I definitely did not feel hurt or devastated, hearing her say that made me uncomfortable enough to feel a slight ache in my heart, which soon disappeared as I turned towards Olea, who was looking back at me with a confused expression in her dirtied state.
Lying there, while trying to lift her with the support of her hand, the white fabric of her dress was clearly dusted, and her mask was nearly damp from the blood she coughed, yet it covered her face enough to show those exhausted eyes, which seemed to tremble as she looked at me in a way she never had before.
"What are you looking at, huh?" I moved while ruffling my hair as I knelt down, knowing I would have to talk with Aleriana afterwards. My priority was to at least heal these two women who needed my attention first.
'What to do? I need to get used to seeing my wives fighting with each other, haha.'