"I am fine." She flips her right sleeve and steps away from him. Her voice is cold and distant. "You don't have to get involved in this."
He puts his hands inside his pocket awkwardly. She's a grown woman now. "I am not here to help you because I want to. I was sent by God Noras."
She scowls at him. "That nosy god!"
"You should mind that tongue of yours." Though he notices her unconsciously hiding her hand behind her waist, he pretends that he has seen nothing. "Iravan is in chaos again because you decided to seal the borders."
Kresi stares at the throne of the Dark God. "I know that everything is my fault."
Seeing the melancholy in her eyes, he lets out an exasperated sigh. "I didn't mean it like that."
"But it's my fault." Kresi takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. "And I will take responsibility for it."
"You don't have to be responsible alone." Aren furrows his brows. "There are people who want to help you."
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