Seiji began to heal Eleanor, his hands moving over her body with a practiced precision. His eyes couldn't help but trace the contours of her form, noting the subtle changes from their time together. Her skin had regained its color, and her once frail frame was beginning to show signs of strength. Despite the allure of her presence and the intimacy they had shared, Seiji kept his focus sharp. He was here to heal, and he couldn't let personal feelings interfere with the task at hand.
As his hands moved over her, he channeled his healing magic, feeling the familiar warmth flow from his fingertips into her skin. Eleanor's breathing steadied, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed under his touch. Seiji could sense the remnants of the curse still lingering within her, like a shadow hiding deep in her core. His eyes narrowed slightly as he concentrated, pushing his magic deeper, determined to eradicate every last trace of the darkness that had plagued her.