"There's no way I am going out in public like this," Blade murmured as you proceeded to apply colourful patches and stickers to her numerous scars.

Her voice, though soft, was heavy with frustration, her facial expression remaining stoically unreadable. It was evident that she was less than pleased with what you were doing.

Nevertheless, an unexpected emotion began to stir within Blade's heart as she observed your smile and the manner in which you attended to her scars. Such gentle treatment was foreign to her, a stark contrast to what she had known.

Yet that was not something she would admit out loud, was it?