Vitaliara pressed her paw against his chest, her golden energy seeping deeper, weaving through the fractured remains of his core. The light pulsed—steady, unwavering—as it worked its way through the cracks, forcing them to mend, binding together what should have been beyond repair.
Lucavion could feel it.
Not just the healing, but her focus. The sheer force of her will as she poured every ounce of herself into fixing him.
And yet—
[Reckless. Idiotic. Suicidal bastard.]
Her voice was sharp, each word laced with something that was neither anger nor frustration, but something deeper.
Something raw.
[Do you have any idea how close you were? Do you understand how fragile this is?]
Lucavion exhaled slowly. He didn't answer.
Not because he didn't know, but because he did.
