Pressing the new scar tissue with a touch as clinical as it was tender, Elua roiled in her thoughts.
'Most cultivators don't know how to properly neutralize Void ichor. They treat it like a poison that can be siphoned out when it's closer to an infection that needs to be burned away. The scar should heal cleanly.'
"...You're lucky I was there. "
"Well, it was because you were… that the fight happened when and how it did in the first place. But you're right. I'm always grateful you are here, mint-drop."
While her cheeks were already flushed slightly pink from the hot spring, it deepened before she sank into the water. Far enough down that it covered the lower part of her chin. With lips poking just above the surface, a flustered 'sweet' voice called upward.
"Y-you should take your turn soon. The heat will help with any remaining tightness and I've been in here a while already?"
