Selaria's unconscious body landed hard on the bed as Zenith unceremoniously tossed her onto it.
"Careful!"
Epione yelped in surprise, glaring at both Siersha and Zenith.
Zenith dusted off her hands and looked at Epione. "What?"
Epione sighed, walking over to Selaria and adjusting her position, making her more comfortable.
When she turned back around, Siersha and Zenith were already lingering by the door—clearly ready to run away.
Epione sighed again, walking towards them. "Why was she unconscious?"
"Zenith did it," Siersha said without hesitation, pointing at her partner-in-crime.
"Hey!" Zenith slapped her hand away. "Don't sell me out like that!"
"Am I wrong, though?" Siersha blinked innocently. "Can't believe you knocked out a princess."
"And you advised throwing her out the window." Zenith grumbled, glaring at her.
Epione froze mid-step. "You what?"
Siersha only shrugged.
"It was just a suggestion." She crossed her arms. "Would've solved the problem."
