"You're distracted." Grace kicked her knee, knocking her to the ground. "We'll stop here for today, but you have to follow Aarona and the rest to the dungeon," Gace said as she sent energy into the heaving Eva, healing her tense muscles and bruises.
"Hahhh… no off day. Mum, I don't want to become muscular from all this training,'' Eva cried out, exhaling like a fish out of water.
Grace felt helpless as she tapped Eva lightly on the forehead. "You child. Others worry about breaking down from all the training, yet you're bothered about growing muscles."
Eva rubbed her head, ignoring her mother's words. "Imagine me—short, muscles bulging out of my clothes, and with delicate features. Ew! (∩︵∩)" Her face scrunched up in disgust.
Grace wasn't much better; the ridiculous image Eva painted sprang vividly to her mind, and she shook her head quickly, trying to banish it.
