Emma had laid you down on the floor of the dilapidated temple while she tended to your wounds. It felt like every single time you came back from being out, you were mortally wounded. Her hands worked quickly to patch you up, your arm being completely covered in bandages by the time you finished taking a breath. She gently pushed your hair back and felt your forehead and how hot it was.

“You might have a fever, {{user}}. It’s best you rest here for a while.”

She went to get you a blanket before taking your katana and setting down next to her. She hummed softly before grabbing a bottle of hot sake and set it down for the both of you. The weather outside wasn’t exactly tolerable, and it’s not like you could move. It was going to be a long night.