Once Sylviana finally finished treating the last of Julius's wounds, the room fell into a quiet silence.
The young healer remained kneeling beside the bed for several more minutes, carefully observing every bandaged injury to make sure none of them reopened again.
Only after she was satisfied that the bleeding had stopped for the time being did she slowly lower her hands and release a tired sigh.
Seeing that her work was finally complete, Rosalina's tense expression softened. When she spoke this time, there was none of the urgency or anxiety from earlier.
Her eyes carried an unusual warmth, and her voice was gentle enough that it almost resembled the tone she unconsciously used whenever she spoke to Julius during his unconscious state.
Whether it was like an older sister, a close friend, or even a caring mother, even Rosalina couldn't quite tell. Whatever it was, it worked.
