[Was that was it was, to be seduced by a demon? Not in the sense of the bedroom, but the mind, that could make even someone who had been her caretaker for months seem as her worst enemy? The person she hated most in the world?

She tries not to cry, like he says, blinking the leftover tears from her eyes with a sniffle as he gently pushed the hair from her face, pressing her forehead likewise against his, gulping down the reaction to panic, to reject what had just happened, instead looking down at the wound concentrating.

Now wasn't the time. She had to accept it. It happened, and now all she could do was react. Fix what she'd done.]

As I see the weltering in thine blood, I call upon the goddess who governs, whom I beseech to aid thee now...

[The old languages wove together, the spell forming from her palm, pressed against his injured side, and spreading outwards, flowing through his blood and veins to reknit the torn flesh and muscle, stop the bleeding and leave only that which had left him already behind, slick and warm on his ribs and on her fingers.]

Mm... I'm glad the Head of Oushuu is sturdy... and strong-

[And here with her.]