"Hey, what's wrong with you, woman? Sixth Master roasted this chicken for you himself. If you don't want to eat it, fine, but how could you throw it on the ground?"
"My hand slipped..."
"You're lying!"
Sienna Johnson took a sip of water, got up, and walked into Lucas Robertson's tent. She lowered the curtain, killed a buzzing mosquito that was flying around inside, lay down, and planned to sleep. That's when Adrian Desmond barged in.
"Adrian, don't you ever give up? Don't you know I don't want to see you? Get out!" Sienna kicked at him, but Adrian seized her foot.
He took off her socks.
"What are you doing?"
"Let me see your foot!"
"I don't want you to look!"
"Don't move!"
Adrian held a needle in his hand. He took out a lighter, heated the needle to sterilize it, then picked up her foot. Her pampered foot had obviously struggled to endure the long walk, developing many blisters.
"Just as I thought!" Adrian said.
"What are you doing?"
