"Ennya?"
Hal flapped a tent cover open, finding a sulking midget at the small bed on the far corner.
"What? Why are you here? Go and team up with that heartless Stiff Face!" Ennya said with a sullen gaze.
Hal sighed, walking closer and sitting beside her.
The red-haired midget didn't try to drive him away again. Instead, she simply turned to face the wall, hugging her knees.
Ennya felt betrayed.
Earlier, she had tried to fight for her subordinates who were captured for desertion, but her traitorous childhood friend sided with Stiff Face instead.
How could she not be angry?
She already lost two subordinates, and Bryan, too, as he would have to be treated by a higher-ranked Augur back at the capital to regrow his lost limb.
Ennya was naturally happy that he would be rewarded for his courage in battle.
However, she was also saddened that he would no longer be a part of her platoon, since regrowing a severed hand wasn't easy and would take at least a month.
