"No... cake for you!"
Sitting on a mat in a gym where an unlikely ally had patched his face up, Art grumbled while chomping down a slice of chocolate cake.
The one he was addressing was Valaria, who was also having her bruises tended to by a pink-haired elf.
"Thanks again, Ellie."
Ignoring him, Val expressed her gratitude to the elf, who—using a contracted spirit—began mending her cuts and soothing her bruises.
"It's alright," Ellie smiled, glancing at Cheshire, who was gently cleaning Art's wounded face with a damp cloth.
Cheshire, to Ellie's surprise, had a background in using a med kit and had been the first to rush to Art after he suffered a beatdown at Valaria's hands.
For a moment, Ellie even wondered if Cheshire was sane. After all, she should have been the one enjoying the show the most, especially after what Art had done to her. But watching how gently she tended to him, the pink-haired elf concluded that yes, Cheshire was indeed insane.
