Cassius groaned, looking like a teacher trying to reason with two particularly stubborn students.
"Why...Why can't we just work with one another?"
He said, voice rising in exasperation.
"I thought we sorted out the whole blood-feud, ancestral-grudge, holy-execution misunderstanding five minutes ago!"
"You're not mortal enemies anymore, you've both admitted that!"
"So tell me—why are you refusing help that's so obviously right in front of you?"
Joy was the first to answer, her tone crisp and composed.
"Because." She said simply. "There's no need for me to get any external help from anyone else. I can handle it myself."
"You...can handle it yourself?"
"It's a minor injury." She said flatly. "It's not worth troubling anyone over. My connection with the Goddess will restore it in due time."
She folded her arms, chin lifting slightly in defiance.
"I don't need assistance."
Before Cassius could even respond, Carmela spoke up in a similar tone, crossing her legs over.
