"Agh..."
Gray's eyes opened slowly.
A white ceiling, while the faint smell of herbs reaches his nostrils.
Phew~
The quiet sound of wind brushing against curtains.
Where else but the infirmary?
He blinked once… twice… and his blurry vision cleared enough to see the figure leaning over him.
Long black hair spilled over her shoulder, brushing against his chest. Soft, warm fingers pressed lightly against his stomach.
"...You're finally awake," Selvaria whispered calmly, but her eyes said otherwise.
There was a trace of exhaustion there.
Her thumb lightly traced the faint scar that ran across his abdomen before she pulled her hand away, sighing.
"You shouldn't even be alive," she murmured.
"Do you even realize what kind of damage you—"
"—did to myself? Yeah. You've said that before," Gray's lips curved lazily.
His voice came out rough, still hoarse, but there was that familiar teasing tone in it that made her tense immediately.
