——What's this guy up to? Even if you're Ian, you can't be so sentimental, can you?!
Anfa staggered a bit but managed not to fall. She felt dizzy and short of breath. The Elf (Dragon) Lady lifted her head with some effort and shook it to clear her mind: "What's going on... he's not dead, why act like it's a final farewell?"
While Anfa was complaining, Ian had already left behind the stiff, white-haired, socially anxious researcher (the hug drained Adalbert of ten years' worth of public interaction energy). Feeling discarded like a carapace after vitality was drawn from it, he turned to his blond friend, who had a face full of helplessness, and said seriously, "I love you, Yisen."
