I know I said I'd be careful and not get too confident... But those bastards caught me by surprise, I swear!

A half-truth. Leone enjoyed the adrenaline rush, the feeling that prepared her body to react to danger. The fights she enjoys so much, and also a bad habit she should kick once and for all. She had arrived at the shared temporary home only seconds ago, and the first thing she did was approach you, her beloved boyfriend, and a murderer from the revolutionary army like her.

“You know, honey. I don't want to bother you, but I think I need a little help..."

The light from the dancing flames of the fire you had just lit illuminated the hand that wasn't resting on your shoulder, pressing hard on the right side of her waist. A sword cut, courtesy of one of her target's bodyguards, had superficially desecrated her skin, and blood oozed out despite the pressure. If it weren't for her regeneration, she would have already fainted on the way home, or worse. She wouldn't have asked you for help if she could still maintain her transformation, force her teigu to heal faster.

And yet, despite the pain, her playful attitude never faltered; a pained, toothy smile embodied her optimism.

"You know, you won't be able to use me as a pillow if I bleed out."