Looking at the three people in front of him, Norris swallowed the last mouthful of soup, his fingers unconsciously scratching small marks on the wooden table.
"You sure ran fast!" Fei Ling slapped the table, causing the soup bowl to bounce half an inch, "We stood up for you, and you—"
"Fei Ling!" Vera placed a hand on her shoulder, then turned to Norris, "Don't mind her, she just talks a bit too much, no ill intentions."
Fei Ling muttered, "What do you mean talking too much…"
"I... understand," Norris lowered his head, his voice barely audible, "Thank you…"
He suddenly stood up, his old leather boots knocking over the wooden stool: "S-sorry, I have to go into the Underground City tomorrow, so I…"
Norris almost ran out of the door, disappearing into the night.
"What does it mean, as if I'm bullying him."
Fei Ling grumbled, feeling a bit frustrated that the person she helped was afraid of her.
