Clarissa's eyes widened, her voice trembling as she looked at Celestia's pale face. "Then… how can you say that so easily?" she said, her tone wavering between fear and frustration. "You're poisoned, and you still tell me not to worry?"
Celestia gave a faint smile, though her complexion was still ghostly. "Because worrying won't heal me any faster," she replied softly. "And I'd rather see you safe than see you worried."
Clarissa bit her lip, her eyes glistening. "You idiot… how can I not worry about you?" she whispered, gripping Celestia's hand tighter.
Celestia winced again as Clarissa instinctively squeezed her hand, the pain flaring through her bandaged arm. Clarissa immediately let go, eyes wide. "I'm sorry!" she blurted out.
Celestia forced a small smile, shaking her head. "It's alright… don't worry."
