Abrielle scoffed at him, "The attack at the borders is not so simple. This war was caused by internal conflicts." She grumbled. Her tone was low but he heard her clearly.
"Pardon," he said, thinking he had misheard her. That was his suspicion but there was no way Abrielle was meant to know that.
"Nothing, I am just blabbering about random thoughts," Abrielle said. She kept a straight face, knowing what she did. She left the information slip.
Cedric sighed, his thoughts spiralling out of control. She sneezed again; this time, a snort rolled out. "Are you feeling unwell?" He asked her.
Abrielle groaned as the discomfort grew, her throat going dry. "My head is spinning a bit." She admitted but didn't think much about it.
Cedric tried to overlook it but the coughing and sneezing increased in intervals as the minutes went by. Abrielle was originally motion-sick, so it made things even.
