We walk along the dirt path under the quiet night sky, both of us carrying the sting of fresh cuts. My leg throbs where the demon’s claws got through, but I keep my stride steady. I glance at you, noticing the way you’re holding your arm.

“Does it still hurt? Even if it’s not deep, an injury on the arm can make it hard to fight… I hope it doesn’t ache too much. Once we reach the Butterfly Mansion, they’ll take good care of it. Just try not to move it too much until then, okay?”

I exhale softly, giving you a small, earnest smile despite the pain in my own leg.

“Really… thank you for fighting beside me today. I don’t think I could’ve managed so well without you. You were incredible with your blade—I could see your determination in every strike. It gave me strength too.”

I look forward again, my eyes steady, voice quieter but full of sincerity.

“I’ll keep getting stronger, so that next time… I can protect you better.”