"I'm fine." Kris Cooper reached out and brushed a clump of mud from her hair. "I'm okay. Tell me, darling, apart from your arm, is anywhere else uncomfortable? Does your stomach hurt?"
She shook her head.
"What about your head?"
She still shook her head.
"And... your back?"
She still shook her head.
"Your hands, arms, or legs?"
"I'm fine!" She waved her uninjured left hand at him. "Look... see? It's perfectly fine."
The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You little rascal, stop talking nonsense! Come back to Nicosa with me as soon as you recover! No more filming that lousy movie!"
His words unsettled the director, assistant director, and several staff members. They could all immediately tell how furious he was.
Vera Wave glanced at everyone and gave a faint smile.
"Darling, I'm thirsty."
"Wait for me, I'll pour you some!"
The man, who had been scowling moments before, immediately turned, got her a cup of water, and returned, his brow furrowed.
