Sakuramoria

Karvia seats the guest near herself.
— Tell me, Barbarian, how are you feeling?

Tears appeared in the girl's eyes.
— I don't know... I-I guess not very well. I didn't even have time to get to know anyone properly...
Ignatius appeared in the girl's field of vision from time to time, but they never had a chance to talk. Varya didn't push herself on him, and Ignatius... Maybe he was busy, or maybe he just didn't want to get to know her. She had to admit that she hadn't really noticed him, which is why she was now feeling guilty.
— I understood that sooner or later we would have to risk our lives... — the refitter felt that she was running out of breath, so she took a breath to continue her thought, but in the end she didn't say anything. And her thought was simple: that dying not even in battle, but like this, in peacetime in the middle of a bustling city, was scary and incomprehensible.
— And you? After all, he... — Varya wanted to add, "was in your class."