"What?" As soon as she heard someone was injured, Ivy Miller's heart was in her throat.
She didn't know if Henry Sullivan was okay.
Those young warriors were all in their twenties, their reflexes were probably better than her old comrade Henry's, right?
"What about Captain George, is he alright?"
The warrior shook his head, "I'm not too sure either, just overheard them mentioning it while cooking.
But, sister-in-law, don't worry too much, our captain has led rescue missions for many accidents.
He's the most experienced person in our team."
Constant exposure to danger is inevitable, experience doesn't mean one has consumed an elixir for protection.
"Oh, by the way, sister-in-law, I brought you a candle, let me light it for you."
"Thank you."
After lighting the candle, the warrior took his leave, leaving Ivy Miller sitting alone on the sofa, watching the flickering candlelight, suddenly losing her appetite.
