Luka shook his head, knowing Galatea probably couldn't fully accept his words or the fact that he would appear to abandon his steed.
'Damn it!'
Galatea was right, but he couldn't admit it.
Right now was an extremely important time, thus he could only swallow the agonising lump of sourness lodged in his throat.
"Y-You!?" She gasped before a large hand slapped her shoulder.
"Calm it, we're here to save the Amol Warriors, don't be throwing that away for the sake of a single horse."
Though Brea's words carried a hint of reluctance, her strong, natural tone made it hard for those who didn't know her or lacked the emotional clarity to notice.
"Woo..."
Luvia's long brown ears bounced twice, then she glanced in the direction the horse vanished, while even Reina whimpered.
