Under normal circumstances, Rabi rarely left her own room unless Lina summoned her. This time, however, she had apparently noticed something unusual and quietly opened the door to investigate. When she saw Lina sitting there with her face pale and her body covered in cold sweat, she hurried forward.
Lina was in too much pain to explain anything. Rabi noticed that her hands were still trembling and knelt beside her to examine them. The moment she saw the injured finger, her expression changed.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," Lina answered weakly. "I accidentally scratched myself."
Even she could hear how unconvincing the excuse sounded, but Rabi didn't question her. She carefully examined the wound, looking troubled by its appearance. Fortunately, the heated metal had cauterized the small injury, and there was no active bleeding.
After a moment, Lina managed to speak again.
"Bring me a bottle of strong liquor."
