"..." I look at Evelyn. I've spent a good while applying medicine to her wounds, even if it wasn't strictly necessary—it helped with her pain, and watching her body reconstruction in action was impressive.
Her wounds and arm are already fully healed. No marks, no scars. She's completely intact, like nothing ever happened. I never imagined her reconstruction ability was this astonishing.
But of course, she's still throwing a tantrum. Because she reeks of blood, I'm taking her to the bathroom, but she's doing everything in her power to make my life difficult, refusing to be carried. So I had to drag her to the bathroom and toss her into the water.
"..." I rub shampoo into her skin, scrubbing carefully to clean her. I'm also naked, taking the chance to wash off the excess blood on my body.
"Evelyn, at least stay still!" I say, frustrated, as she literally goes limp—which is annoying, because if I let go of her, she sinks straight to the bottom of the tub.
