Well-Guarded
The boy pursed his lips in a futile attempt to pout but Henrik just threw him a dirty look from the side to instantly stop him in his tracks.
"Would you prefer to go back to the surface and join the others, Berk?" he asked lightly, looking down at his drink.
Berk suddenly forgot about all the pain coming from his fractured wrist and shook his head side to side.
"N-No, brother Henrik, I didn't mean it like that. I appreciate you bringing me along. It was just a joke."
The atmosphere suddenly tensed up when Henrik brought up the topic of the surface. Many of the boys looked away, refusing to meet each other's gaze for an extended period of time.
Henrik saw their behavior and let out a despondent sigh.