In a reflex, Aquila covered her wrist with alternative palm and stood unblinking. Her heart was thumping and she was sure that even Ritha could hear the rhythm. She started chewing her bottom lip in anxiety seasoned with anticipation while beads of perspiration adored her forehead like pearls. She wanted her demeanor to be composed but times like these, where one is questioned, opposes calmness.

　　???? ?? “ No need to hide it Aquila, I know about your wounds. Remember, I was just metres away when intruder pierced your wrist? Poor lady tried to mess up with my defender and I pray to Almighty that she gets hefty punishment. “

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