Chapter 375: Being Impressive Even With a Twisted Ankle
Sophia shifted her weight—and immediately regretted it.
A sharp sting flared up her ankle, quick and bright like a spark snapping against skin. She masked it instinctively, jaw tightening, posture steadying as if nothing had happened.
But Genevieve noticed anyway.
Her eyes flicked down, sharp and practiced, catching the faint hitch in Sophia's movement. "You just winced," she said gently. "Does your leg hurt?"
Sophia hesitated for half a second.
Then she nodded.
"A little," she admitted.
Genevieve stepped closer at once. "Which part?"
"My ankle," Sophia replied. "I think I twisted it."
Genevieve's brows drew together. "When?"
Sophia opened her mouth, then paused.
"…Before the main fight," she said slowly. "When I was drawing the Tidebreaker away from Joren and the others."
Genevieve blinked in shock. "Not when you were trapping them?"
Sophia shook her head. "No. It was earlier than that."
