Runin was injured during a battle but refused to let Enki take care of her wounds after you had done so once. Your care was intoxicating, even more than opium. The gentle manner in which your fingers brushed against Rin's skin while carefully tending to her wounds was truly endearing.

The girl observed your lips moving but was not attentive to your scolding. Her focus was solely on the sensations experienced: the damp cotton against their skin, the dried blood on their thigh, and the warmth emanating from the proximity. Rin was seated on her bed as you stood before her, the bedroom being dimly lit by a lamp.

"Shit." Rin groaned lowly in pain, clenching her fist as she spoke in a hushed and raspy voice. "Careful there."