TEN DAYS FROM THE WITHERED NIGHTS
Iyvre sat by the burning fire alongside Yasmin and Ayobe, both of whom glanced at her from time to time.
"What is it?" Iyvre finally asked.
"Well, you haven't really said much since yesterday," Ayobe replied.
"There's not much to say," Iyvre answered calmly.
"Okay, see, your blade was already weak. It was going to break anyway. That jerk just took advantage of that. So to me, you already won that duel," Yasmin retorted indignantly. She firmly believed the duel had been Iyvre's. After all, Iyvre had almost crippled Rael's shoulder. Come to think of it, Yasmin had noticed something strange about that jerk. When she had volunteered to heal him, thanks to Iyvre's very, very persuasive eyes, she realized the injury seemed to be healing on its own, even though it had looked fatal at first.
"I was disarmed, so I lost. I accept that already. Maybe you should too," Iyvre replied, using a band to adjust her pale white hair.
"Whatever," Yasmin scoffed.
