"Oh, you strange couple," Rize said with a grin.
In this enclosed room, the stench of blood and disinfectant was nauseating, but Hazel didn't show it on her expression, nor did Ranon, who was standing next to the door.
"If you come to collect information from me, I am sorry. I have little to share. As you can see, I am bound to stay here for months before I can truly heal," Rize groaned. "This place sucks."
"So, what little information did you get?" Hazel asked. She sat down on the only chair there, crossing her arms like her husband.
Rize then looked at Hazel and Ranon, back and forth, as if asking if it would be alright to let Ranon hear this.
"It's fine, speak," Hazel answered the unspoken question impatiently, but Rize snickered instead.
