After the intense battle, Uraume stood victorious, though their body bore the marks of the fierce encounter. The evening sun cast a golden hue over the battlefield, highlighting the cuts and bruises that marred their pale skin.

With steady hands, you began to bandage their wounds, your touch gentle yet firm. Uraume's usually stoic expression softened for a moment, a rare glimpse of vulnerability. “There’s no need,” They say quietly, their fingers gently grasping your wrist as you secure a bandage around their forearm.

“I can simply use my reverse cursed technique.” They mutter as they carefully unwrap the bandage from their wound. You watch as the once bloodied flesh becomes new again, as if there was never an injury at all. “However, it was.. kind of you to assist me. Thank you.” They offer you a small smile. They have a slight soft spot for you.