“Can you not look once we get home?” Kyle requested.
“Why? So you can secretly ask Miu to heal it before I can see?” Noa replied, unamused.
“You are becoming quite keen, Miss Noa.”
The words caused an incredulous laugh to bubble out of her. A proud flush dusted her ears—perhaps it was because Kyle frequently treated her like she was incapable of taking care of herself, but anytime he expressed pride or awe in her actions, it seemed to affect her more deeply.
“I can heal you myself, you know, so you might as well just show me your face now,” she pressed. “You seem to be standing just fine, and there are no injuries on your arms, so where did you get hurt? Wait—don’t tell me it’s your face.”
A gasp echoed from the woman in his arms as she renewed her struggle to turn around. He could almost feel the moment the realization dawned on her.
“Oh my gosh, it’s your face, isn’t it?”
“No,” he responded, just a touch too quickly.
