Perdita's death stare drilled holes in Sthena's forehead as she seethed in anger. She didn't know if she should be annoyed he had left or at his reply to her question.
"Why did you leave without informing me? Where did you go? Only to come back now?"
"What if I wasn't able to fight him? I would be dead." She pointed at herself and then at the witcher who continued to stare aimlessly with a gobsmacked expression.
"You turned out fine..." he drawled, his lips threatening to stretch into a smile. "Besides," he continued, "who said I had left you?"
Perdita's gaze remained fixated on him, lips pursed in displeasure. Without saying another word, she turned and walked deeper into the forest.
"You are heading in the wrong direction." Sthena called out, following behind her. "Are you leaving your fellow Witcher alone in the forest?"
"You can dine with him if you wish." Perdita retorted, swinging her hand behind her. "And do not follow me. You can go ahead and leave again."
