In the basement (part 2)

"Haaaaa..."

Cranberry let out a deep sigh and shook her head.

"What is this about now? Will you try to convince me that you aren't Lairs?"

She snorted looking down at the bundle of blankets.

"...fuck... young lady, i-it's not like that at all..."

The hidden elven mage shook her head and answered in a dispirited voice.

"Ha?"

A short scoff from Cranberry made her flinch and the missing member of the Dandelions continued.

"...this... the thing is... fuck me... Young lady, the thing is that I'm fucking sick, alright? Fucking everyone here is sick...!"

Lairs's voice was trembling just like her body.

Truth to be told, she sounded a bit odd.

As if the words were forcing their way out of her mouth whether she wanted it or not.

Cranberry straightened her back and glared at her, as if she wanted to burn through the blanket covering the elven woman, with her sight alone.