Chapter 15: Ch:15 Wrapped in Denial, Unraveling Truths
Three hours had passed since breakfast, and Dila had returned to the quiet room where she'd been recovering. The straw bed creaked softly as she sat down, exhaling a tired sigh.
She glanced at her arms, still wrapped tightly in bandages. Her body felt stiff, sore in places that shouldn't logically exist. With a grumble, she leaned her head back against the wall.
"Nari," she called in her mind, "why do I still feel like a squished cabbage even though my HP bar says full?"
☆ Because, Master~ your body hasn't recovered from the trauma. Your health gauge might be full, but your body still thinks it lost a fight with a rampaging ox. You can move now, but take it easy~ ☆
"Great..." Dila muttered mentally. "So I'm like, functionally alive but emotionally bruised cabbage."
She shifted uncomfortably in place, her hands brushing the fabric on her sides.
"Also—why am I wrapped like a cursed mummy? I really hope that Toi guy didn't get weird while healing me. I swear, Nari, I get shy enough just being looked at back home, let alone bandaged up like a loot drop."
☆ Don't worry, Master~ He didn't do anything strange. In fact... he didn't even look at you once! ☆
There was a small pause before Nari's voice turned into a mocking whisper of the old man's voice.
☆ "O great God Luminous, forgive me for what I have done!" ☆
☆ "Please don't smite me for touching an unconscious girl—my hands are pure!" ☆