"You look… fine," Sepphirothy commented, casting a lingering glance at Sapphire and Katharina's legs—both trembling in a rather conspicuous way. Honestly, she didn't even understand how those two were still standing.
"S-shut up," Sapphire muttered, her voice faltering as she used her own daughter for support. One hand was firmly intertwined with Katharina's; the other… well, pressed against her own waist as if that would prevent her body from collapsing.
Katharina wasn't in any better shape. Her face was hot, her breath short, trying to maintain her posture while clearly failing at it.
Neberius approached with the insolent calm of someone who has no regard for their own physical integrity. He circled mother and daughter slowly, analyzing them from head to toe, his eyes too curious.
