"Wow... you don't look good at all."
Two voices echoed in sync like they'd agreed to say this beforehand as a script for a play, and both of them were clearly surprised.
I was sitting trying to gather enough focus, and in front of me stood both Izel and Leona, wearing clean armor, they'd obviously had an easy time the last few days... these bastards hadn't gotten any attacks on their side, so here I am asking them to come here and give us support after our numbers shrank a lot.
Izel folded her arms; her orange eyes focused on me intensely like she was trying to set my skin on fire. "What the hell is wrong with you, you look like you're about to die, like a mummy in its last days before it gets buried in ice..."
Even in this state she made me blink for a moment. "A mummy buried in ice? Where did you hear that?"
She shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world, just general knowledge every farmer knows. "I read it in a book."
