บท 384: Like Master, Like Disciple

Doome cleared his throat awkwardly, his voice coming out meek and uncharacteristically soft. "Uh, Veda… my student is watching."

Veda didn't respond, her hands still pressed against his chest and abdomen as if examining him. For a few tense moments, she remained focused, ignoring Doome's weak attempt at defusing the situation. Finally, her eyes flicked up, locking with Doome's. 

Her gaze was intense—almost too intense for a simple healer's concern.

Adrian raised an eyebrow, sensing something off. Alas, there was no popcorn in this world.

But then Veda sighed, pulling her hands back slightly before starting to nag.

"Why are you like this, huh?" she began, her voice sharp. "Your internal injuries are much worse than you're letting on. You might think you're tough, but your body is screaming otherwise."

Doome blinked, looking slightly embarrassed. "I-It's not that bad—"