They walked into the kitchen with the adjacent dining room. "You can take a seat here while I make the tea." Amaya walked further into the kitchen to boil some water.
The man thought about sitting down for a moment, but then casted a worried glance at the stairs leading up to the first floor. "So. How hurt is she? She always lies about this.."
Amaya tilted her head and thought for a while. "Well... it was quite bad. But maybe it's already better today."
He sighed heavily and finally took a seat. "I should have never let her leave the hospital."
Amaya eventually returned with two cups of tea and put them on the table before sitting down opposite of him. Then she started to stare at him as if she would examine him.
He raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
She continued to stare for a few moments and then leaned back. "Well, I guess it could be worse." "Huh?" He gazed at her confused. "Though you seem like a really slow one. But I guess there's a lot of those in the Naval Forces."
He frowned. "I'm not sure what you're trying to say."
She smiled a bit. "Exactly. But well, I guess she likes you for some reason or another." "hmph." He looked out of the window for a moment, then back to her. "She does?"
