"Hi," Evan answered briefly and walked past the girl.
Sana followed him and kept talking: "Wait! What's the matter with you? It feels like you're dying."
Without stopping, Evan replied, "I just got in a fight in the arena with a strong opponent. I missed a few punches and lost, that's all. What do you care?"
"You say that's a few punches ?!" Sana said indignantly.
Evan really was in awful condition. Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his broken arm dangled like a sack of bones. Evan wrinkled with every step, which clearly indicated that his entire body was covered in numerous bruises.
Unlike Evan, Sana rarely got into fights. Of course, Evan wasn't that kind of person either, but it could be hardly believed given recent events.
"And where are you going with such wounds?" Said the girl.
Evan waved a hand and said: "To the infirmary, don't you see? Don't bother me! Go, where you're going."