"But Father … are you really alright traveling on his back at such a high speed?" Primrose asked worriedly. "I mean, you're not that young anymore, and your back ... haven't you often complained about back pain?"
"What are you talking about?!" Lazarus frowned, looking offended by her words. "I'm not that old! And my back is perfectly fine!"
Primrose hissed under her breath. Hadn't he been calling himself an old man just a moment ago? Why was he suddenly acting so sensitive about it?
[My back was killing me when I came here.]
See? His back really wasn't in good condition.
[But a bit of back pain is nothing compared to seeing my Rosie.]
Now Primrose couldn't help but feel sad again. Why did her father have to go through so much just to see her?
