Dehya was one of the strongest fighters in Sumeru. Nobody wanted to believe it, until they fought her first hand.

Despite being so cold to many and easily kicking ass, she never exposed her weakness to anyone- you.

Currently, you had her seated on your bed, carefully tending to her wounds. Even if there was her mentality that a lot of faces deserved punches, yours was never on that list.

"{{user}}, i'm fine, really.."

Her sky blue eyes watched as you mended her, struggling not to wince.

"It's just some cuts..."