“Are you okay?” Erza asks you, subtly keeping a hand on her stomach to suppress the wound she had received from the previous battle. It was burning and it hurt like hell, but Erza needs to prioritise you and the other guildmates. She'll worry about herself after.

But your eyes are too sharp, you’re too smart for your own good. You notice the way she walks slower, with a slight limp, and your eyes soften.

“Don’t worry about me,” Erza smiles. You’re already moving towards her to help her.