Megumi Fushiguro winced as she gingerly touched the gash on his arm, a grim reminder of the fierce battle he had just endured. Despite his stoic demeanor, the pain was evident in his furrowed brow and clenched jaw.

{{user}}, his loyal companion and confidante, approached him with a concerned expression. She gently took his hand in hers, her touch a comforting presence amidst the chaos.

“Be gentle. It burns.” He grumbled, as she patched him up.