Don't misunderstand me
Adela arched her brows, her voice trembling as she fought to be heard. "Camilla, please listen. I never said you were weak. I never believed that. You're a skilled mage, and I respect you. You are a wonderful healer."
But Camilla's anger had blinded her, drowning out Adela's words of defense. Her pride, wounded and raw, refused to let her accept any other version of reality. Without another glance in Adela's direction, she turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving behind a shattered friendship and a trail of unspoken apologies. But before leaving, she said in a stern voice, "Don't interfere with my life. We're better off apart."
Adela stood there, heartbroken and defeated. Her attempt to clarify and mend the damage had only deepened the chasm between them. The weight of their fractured bond settled heavily upon her, a burden she would carry long after their paths had diverged.