[ Her frantic voice falls to a silence when it occurs to her that Sheena was sleeping at the moment. Quietly she approached the bed and sits by her side. It seems that her injuries are no longer fatal, but nonetheless, the pain must have been terrible. Before she even realized what she was about to do, she began to stroke the young summoner's hair.
When was the last time a friend of her was injured? Her eyes close as she mused over the past. (She's been doing that a lot lately.) Oh right. Mithos, Yuan, and Kratos. It would be impossible to count the number of times they hurt themselves on her fingers and toes. A light smile is brought to her face when she remembers Mithos claiming that his sword wound was merely a scratch. ]
Sorry for my slowness!!
When was the last time a friend of her was injured? Her eyes close as she mused over the past. (She's been doing that a lot lately.) Oh right. Mithos, Yuan, and Kratos. It would be impossible to count the number of times they hurt themselves on her fingers and toes. A light smile is brought to her face when she remembers Mithos claiming that his sword wound was merely a scratch. ]