Milk stared blankly at Bedivere. Was he calling her weak? Did he think she couldn't hold a simple cart? Milks normally expressionless face turned to a frown.
"Are you assuming I am weak?" She asked, her chocolate eyes staring directly into Bedi own orbs. A hint of anger was perceptible in her voice as well.
"I do not require assistance. My diet is balanced."
"Are you assuming I am weak?" She asked, her chocolate eyes staring directly into Bedi own orbs. A hint of anger was perceptible in her voice as well.
"I do not require assistance. My diet is balanced."