Yosano disinfected and laid out the medical instruments for the third time, but it did not speed up the time. She heard a commotion from the main office, another argument between Dazai and Kunikida. The first treated the conversation too cheerfully, the second - too seriously. She smiled softly to herself and shook her head. Working in an agency, sometimes it felt like you were working surrounded by grown children who had found a safe haven in the midst of all the rot in the world. Children who grew up too soon. No one liked Yosano's healing, although everyone, of course, appreciated and respected her for it. But no one thought that she... didn't love him either. At least as it worked. The sight of the blood and wounds somehow reflexively caused a smile, as if he was still in her head, in the deepest recesses of her mind, but at such moments, this ability was already working at full capacity and fueled by adrenaline, so this smile... Yosano shuddered and decided not to think about it and go to the others. At least everything is calm now.