Slowly she approached Aslak. And his common glare fell on the child, inciting her to speak her thoughts quickly.
"Master… D-did Nu… hurt master?"
"... I'm standing. What do you think?"
"... Nu saw blood fall from master's eyes and head…"
"I'm fine, kid. You're still not a full brakian. My guts didn't get to explode."
"!... N-nu is sorry, master…!"
Frowning at the apologetic child, Aslak scrutinised the anxiety she demonstrated. Glancing at the tent where he knew the one worried for Nu waited to then speak again with the coldness any other received.
"Learn to control it."
"! I-... It is difficult, master."
"I don't care."
"!?"