The process of healing wasn't instantaneous and lasted for quite some time - Zoemi didn't speak at all, not wanting to disturb the blond girl any more than he already did with his magic – but he was getting all fidgety because it was almost the time for one of the medics to do the routine check up on him.
...Zoemi might have been getting healed, but since he never mentioned his plan to anyone, the discovery of his empty bed could stir up some unnecessary trouble.
Thankfully, just as the black-haired boy was about to open his mouth and ask about how much longer the healing would take, the heroine let out a sigh of relief and opened her eyes.
"Anesthetic off. Now, let's have a look."
Burushiitto breathed out and nodded to herself with satisfaction, leaning close towards the black-haired boy's pristine muscular torso.
"..."
She ended up blinking a few times before subconsciously reaching out her hand, mesmerized.
"That's amazing...! I feel great!"
"!!!!"
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