Ari slightly tilted her head to the side as she curiously glanced between Dolphus’s arm and cape, waiting to see what would happen next. To her mild disappointment, he seemed to realise what he was about to do and tried to pretend that nothing happened.
Ari followed the trajectory of Dolphus’s gaze until a realisation suddenly struck her.
“Ah, right, him,” she motioned her head towards the chained up soldier. “Yeah we might want to ask him some questions when he wakes up. And he won’t be waking up for a while,” a slight proud grin appeared on her face. She roughed him up pretty good.
“Don’t worry, this guy won’t take up much space,” she said, flexing the muscles of her arm, as she turned around and began to move towards the unluckiest soldier in the Summer Armada. “We’ll have plenty of space for the-”
Ari stopped abruptly and stared directly in front of her with a blank expression for a few seconds, processing what in the world just happened. Her left eyebrow started rising, almost risking to leave her forehead for good, as her stomach growled again, louder than before.
“You know what, I don’t like those apples,” she said with deep, profound sadness showing in her voice, as she turned to face Dolphus once more. “Do you think your ship still has some food on board, by any chance? Or did it spill out through that enormous gash in the hull?”