Inside the tent, Elena was lost in thought, reflecting on the events of her past as she pushed Ethan in his wheelchair. Meanwhile, Ethan was filled with questions about Elena's outburst; he sensed there was more to it. Her murderous aura had felt all too real.
"Wife, are you okay?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Startled from her reverie, Elena looked at him with affection. "I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about. Your injuries aren't fully healed, and now you're dealing with these people. Let's visit the medical bay later."
Ethan nodded but maintained a serious tone. "Wife, what's going on with you?"
Elena tried to evade the question, opting for a simple response. "Of course I'm angry. She tried to covet you fearlessly. That woman is full of herself."
Ethan raised his brows and looked at Elena, silently conveying, That wasn't what I meant.