"Are you okay?" Alvin asked with concern when he almost hit Harold with his sword once again. Harold wasn't the type to be distracted during practice, but it was obvious that Harold's mind wasn't on whatever they were doing.
"Yes. I'm fine," Harold said in a very unconvincing tone before saying, "Let go again," but Alvin shook his head.
"No, you're not okay. You have been very distracted. Is it because of Princess Amber? Are you that worried about her?" Alvin asked knowingly, since he was also beginning to get worried. It was the second day, and she had yet to wake up.
"No, it's not. Let's keep practicing," Harold insisted as he picked up his sword. He had pushed forward their training time from noon to immediately after breakfast because he was restless.
"Then what is it?" Alvin asked as he sheathed his sword, not willing to continue with the training. This was the time Alvin acted as a friend.