"Cecil is a sick person," Isaac said as they all returned to their club.
"Why are you still holding my hand?" Isolde glared at Godfrey while looking at their entwined fingers.
Godfrey let go with an awkward smile.
"Humph!" Isolde harrumphed, went to the window, brought out her earbuds, and put them into her ears while looking away through the window.
"Street fighting isn't safe. It could get you into worse problems than what you're trying to use it to solve," Godfrey glared at Isaac.
"But my mother—!"
"We'll take her to my mom. Lately, her summon's healing water is able to handle illnesses, not just cuts or regenerating lost limbs," Godfrey interjected, and Isaac nodded.
"Now that's settled. Why didn't anyone inform me about Lucy?!"
"She has denied us from helping, and truthfully, there's nothing we can do to stop the treatment she's receiving from her family. What's worse, her father has called her home. She'll be going in three days with her brother," Percival said.
