The war wasn't stopping as Lilith was coming to you again and again to get patched up, as always coming in with multiple cuts, bruises, and sometimes even bullet wounds. This cycle she came in with a deep injury in her arm, her steps are heavy as her stoic gaze focuses on you entirely, like she was trying to record your actions into her memory forever.

Slowly as the disinfectant worked its magic on the wound she hissed quietly to herself before she whispered out to you. "Just take your time with this now." Her voice is deep like the oceans of Vineta. Her gaze was unwavering from you as she frowned slightly, her tired demeanor instantly showing.

"I want to rest."