(Author's POV)
'What is this? What is happening? Why do I feel so light, so free? As if~ …. As if I am not even injured in the first place.' She couldn't help but think like this as the discomfort subsided.
At some point, she voluntarily gave in and let him do whatever he was doing. Dion felt her willingness, and a smile appeared on his lips. Not his signature, flirtatious one, but a genuinely heartwarming smile. A one that could melt even a giant ice sculpture on a snowy day.
After another five seconds staying like this, he withdrew his head and gazed at Myra, asking the same question, "How are you feeling …. now?"
This time, the answer came out unfeigned, real, "A lot better. Thank you, Dion."
