Elena rolls her eyes. "You really know nothing of human psychology. Wouldn't you turn red if someone wrongfully accused you of being pitiful enough to be in love?"
Elena frowns and looks away with a small sigh. "I'm not lying, he really annoys the hell out of me. He's hot and interesting, sure, but I don't have crushes."
Cesidia rolls her eyes. "Good gods, could you please get along?" She sighs and sits at the edge of the bed. "Are you alright, friend?" she asks Philip.