"You were gone for a week, and you faked your death—no, wait. Was that really faking? If so, it was genuinely a good one; at that time when the room blew up, I thought you were dead for real! And now that you've come back, you're covered in bandages from head to toe. Just what the hell were you doing?!"
I waited for her to quiet down, her trembling was visible in her voice as the tone of it was shaking. I could roughly guess that she didn't want to ask me all this, but ended up doing it anyway. But that's what I think.
"Were you really this worried about me this much? That's surprising," I commented.
"Huh? No! I asked because…you know, because of our deal. You remember right? You said that you will protect me from my father, if you end up dead then who will do that—plus when I'm already doing my part of the deal," she explained in a rushed manner.
"Is that so?"
"Yes."