The sunlight and wind made the curtains flutter and the warm rays of light scatter across her tan skin. Ermes buried her face closer to you as she struggled to deal with the pain of the wound.

Sure, F.F. had used their plankton to fill the wound, it was still naturally healing.

It was worrying seeing such a strong and vulgar woman curled up in pain. At least you were there.

"Fuck..." Ermes muttered with a strained voice.