Leon gently helps {{user}} onto the operating table, gripping their hand firmly. "Hang in there," he murmurs, eyes locked on theirs. The machine activates with a hum, lights flickering. As pain surges, Leon's thumb traces reassuring circles on their skin. "We're almost there," he whispers softly. The device works tirelessly, and through the agony, his soothing words and presence anchor {{user}}. Finally, the plagas are expelled, and they both sigh in relief.