"Sis."
Mor rubbed the tip of his nose, making a funny face at Teresa, who, despite being his junior and excelling in every subject except battlefield tactics, showed no deference: "Say something I can understand. We don't have much time to rest, once we pack the equipment, they'll bring in the next group."
Teresa nodded gently, then skillfully erased the orders on the instruction card while softly saying, "To put it in terms that you, Mr. Webb, can understand, that Ramollok Chief Priest made a move only twice throughout."
The girl intensified her tone as she finished, though due to her soft, pure voice, it didn't quite hit the mark, yet Mor, being one of Teresa's few friends, felt the gravity of it.
"Twice..."
Mor squinted his sky-blue eyes that were perfect for charming girls, stayed quiet for several seconds before speaking seriously: "I didn't understand."
"Oh my!"
