C92 One

Nuange made a hasty retreat. Yes, the first time she ran so fast that any thoughts of questioning vanished completely.

"What are you thinking about, young lady?" Elder Wenn had been speaking for a while, only to realize Nuange was staring blankly, lost in thought. With a look of mild frustration, he gently tapped her head with a medical book.

"Master?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Uh, well..