"A-A demon wolf suddenly came here, and then… we were about to get attacked, but this woman saved us…" the dwarf stammered, her voice shaking like it was about to fall apart. "W-We don't know what to do. We are not warriors. We don't stand a chance against a demon wolf." She hugged herself as she spoke, trembling so hard her knees were knocking together.
Her small hands were still wrapped around Anne's detached mechanical arm like it was some kind of divine relic. It rested against her chest, cold and metallic, but she held onto it like it was warm—like it could still protect her. The way her fingers clung to it made it seem like she was holding onto the last piece of hope she had left.
