Although she would occasionally fall into a coma, Eleanor's periods of consciousness were growing longer and longer.
One could say her body was indeed rapidly recovering.
"You're awake," Aske said. "Little lady..."
"My path isn't narrowing!" Eleanor retorted, puffing up with anger.
Although she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, she was tired of being mocked every time she woke up.
"Still claiming it's not narrowing," Aske said disdainfully. "Then why are you on my back?"
Eleanor: .............
It was so frustrating to have no rebuttal!
Despite days of communication and quarreling, Aske still didn't approve of her actions; he sneered at her for rescuing Empire soldiers and knights and had even tagged her with the distasteful moniker "bleeding-heart liberal."
Right, what is a "bleeding-heart liberal"?
