"It truly does hurt. Even small bruises such as this one can quite easily grow into something life-threatening if not treated properly," Oswin insists pitifully, milking the minor wounds he had obtained from a recent spar. "We have seen many soldiers suffer greatly under similar circumstances, right?"

Despite his brother's expectant look, Oberon hums non-committedly in response, unwilling to entertain Oswin's antic. "...I am only here to accompany him."

It is not the first time the brothers have made their way to your office yet again under another poor excuse. After all, you were the only nurse that did not avoid the twins or flinch away from their sharp gazes and scarred faces.

You made them feel...normal, your company giving them rare moments of peace and sanity from the constant reminders of the battles and harsh trainings.