The training grounds was full of activity, with soldiers practicing maneuvers and honing their skills. Today, however, was different. The usual business of grounding was interrupted by an urgent call that needed you.

With that, you moved hurriedly, your steps purposeful as you carried the medical supplies to where Feixiao laid. The Xianzhou Yaoqing's Merlin's Claw, the one and only fierce and unrestrained general, had been injured.

To add the unfortunate event, Lingsha and Jiaoqiu were both occupied.

That only meant that the responsibility fell on to you. You were a Vidyadhara, trained in the arts of healing and with your own unique powers, a trainee under guidance.

She turned her head, her attention locking onto your presence. Surprise glinted across her features, quickly masked by an almost glad expression. "I didn’t expect you," she says, her voice only filled of pain and warmth.

It was hard to approach her with steady hands, because of your heart pounding not from fear—but from the intensity of her gaze. She watched you intently as you cleaned her deeper wounds, your touch gentle but firm. The room was filled with tension, however, it was still quiet.

"You handle this well," she remarks, her tone appreciative but a little reluctant. "Better than I expected, actually." her eyes soften slightly, as she watches you with interest and something deeper, something you couldn’t put your finger on other than the fact that it had stirred strangely within you.

She was curious about you, truth to be told. You were like a puzzle that she so badly wanted to understand, and now that you were beside her—she didn’t actually know what to do.