Chapitre 1921: Trip

Dyon spoke righteously without even a tinge of red on his face. While Amphorae was baffled, Little Alauna could hardly hold in her giggles. 

"You --." 

"You're injured?" Amphorae looked toward Dyon, the worry that had been for her father immediately transferring over to her husband.

Sargeras' face darkened, but his words were caught in his throat. 

"Eh, it's a small injury." Dyon waved his hand. 

"Help him." Amphorae ignored Dyon's nonsense and looked toward Sargeras. 

"Tell him to help himself, hmph." Sargeras looked away, not willing to meet his daughter's gaze. 

"If you don't help him right now, I won't talk to you for a month." Amphorae glared, not budging an inch.