บท 123: Scene CXXIII

"... It's… it is deep…" — Tracing after stopping the bleeding of the cuts that weren't as deathly as she had thought, Ewelina whispered, saddened for there was still flesh that shouldn't see the light open out by the deep of the wound. — "I will press more on it for now. I brought a needle… I-I can sew it with hair…"

"With wife's fur?"

"Yes…"

"... It's not that deep."

"!?? Do you not see how your skin is open!?"

"Woman, it's fine."

"No…! I said it is not…!" — Trying to hold back frustrated drops from falling off her lids again, Ewelina's reprimand could not sound as strong as her rage… for the tremble of her voice could not hold the yell for a second, turning quickly into a mumble.

"Fatædi." — Pulling the arm pressing on his wound, Aslak called so her eyes could look at him, holding her so in her weakness, Ewelina wouldn't fall even while kneeling before him. — "It's alright, it doesn't hurt… Just stop…"