Lucille shook her head lightly, unwilling to think any further about the machete she had treasured. Getting swept away in grief was something she tried to avoid.
She was afraid her broken core would go berserk again[01]. If she was unable to calm the raging waves herself, it would just burden and worry him.
Lucille reminded herself that she had to do everything in her power to prevent harming her ability core any further. The one-tenth restoration she had just achieved hadn't come easily[02].
'I will be fine.'
Lucille blinked, then smiled at Hazel and Regina. She said, "Don't mind me ah. I won't bother you any longer. What if Brother Ash calls you out because of an emergency? Shouldn't you rest or train?"
Hazel tilted her head, grinning widely. "It's nothing, Sister Lucy. You aren't bothering us ah."
Regina nodded, sharing the same tune. "He most likely won't call us until tomorrow. Anyway, you're the one who should rest the most, Lucy. Go take a nap or something."
