Reaching the crowd, the beautiful-faced man put on a guilty look. "Narin, did my words hurt you?"
Narin wanted to shake her head and show how kindhearted she was—that she didn't blame the arrogant newcomer—but before she could, Gara turned to Loka instead.
"Loka, did I say that? Didn't I say Narin's Talent was amazing?"
Loka froze. After thinking again, Gara was right. He had heard the same thing. Gara had praised Narin's Talent.
He hadn't said Narin's water was useless, only asked how much of it Narin had purified, which unfortunately turned out to be none.
"You're right, Gara. You praised Narin's Talent. It's just… she can't produce as much water as you, and she can't purify it either," the big man admitted, blurting out exactly what was on his mind.
"Praised? Didn't you say he belittled you?" one of the female Liners snapped.
"I—I…" Narin stammered, unable to answer, especially since it was her own teammate Loka speaking.
