During the entire scene below, Al’ was grinning amusedly to himself, glancing back and forth between the two.
Oh man, this is really fun! Is she going to attack again, or…?
At that moment, the boy offered her food in exchange for cleaning his wound, and without hearing her out, he tossed a loaf of bread at her. Alfred silently lifted a hand to slap it against his forehead.
Idiot! Now she’s going to run off with the bread! That’s exactly why she attacked you! Or…
He tilted his head, watching the girl more closely, leaning forwards on the branch. There was something about the look in her eyes. Something was conflicting inside of her. At this moment, Fog chimed in at the back of his head.
“Hah! What an iiiidiot~ He’s just lost a loaf of bread –and- gotten injured!” Alfred stayed quiet for a moment before smirking as he replied internally. “Care to make a bet? I say she helps him out.”
“What? You’re serious? Hah! You’ve got a deal! No way is she going to help him, she’s ruthless! Look at her!”
Watching on for a little while longer, the girl ran off into the bushes, causing Fog to cackle at the back of Alfred’s head, a small frown spreading on his lips. Was she really going to just abandon him there?
A moment later, she came back, instantly shutting up Fog as Alfred smirked smugly. “Well? Who won?”
“Weeeeeeell, technically she did run off…”
“Admit it, I won!”
“Alright, fine! Sheesh, when did you become such a spoilsport? Still though, this kid’s interesting~”
He’d gotten that right. Alfred turned his gaze to the boy, looking him over. It takes a special kind of person to be able to turn the one who attacked you into the one who treats your wounds. There was something about this kid… something he couldn’t put his finger on. But he was interesting, that’s for sure. And that’s enough for Alfred to keep an eye on him.