The infirmary door slid shut behind them with a soft pneumatic hiss, the sound echoing briefly in the quiet morning air.
Emi breathed deeply, her lungs gratefully expanding as she escaped the sterile, antiseptic smell that had filled her nostrils for the past hour.
The fresh morning air washed over her skin like a gentle caress, carrying the invigorating scent of salt from the nearby ocean and the sweet perfume of freshly cut grass from the academy grounds. A gentle breeze ruffled her blue hair, cooling her flushed cheeks.
Dr. Sandoval had been... intense. Unnervingly intense. Emi's hands still trembled slightly from the combination of extended Aspect use and the doctor's unsettling cat-like gaze that seemed to peer straight through her flesh and into her very soul. Those vertically-slit pupils had tracked her every movement as she'd channeled her healing energy into Satori's wounds, making her feel like a particularly interesting specimen under examination.
