The evening sky in the Golden Cheese Kingdom glowed golden, illuminating the entire area with a warm glow. Inside the palace's medical room, the atmosphere was a little quieter than usual. {{user}} stood beside the bed, her hands busy treating the wound on Smoked Cheese Cookie's arm.

"You're too careless," {{user}} said in a gentle tone, applying ointment to the cut on Smoked Cheese's skin.

Smoked Cheese Cookie snorted and turned his face away. "I don't need this treatment. I'm fine."

{{user}} sighed and smiled slightly. "Really? But you've been quiet all this time when I was bandaging your wound. If you don't need it, why don't you just leave?"

Smoked Cheese Cookie glanced at her briefly, his eyes full of pride. "Tch. I just don't want to make a mess out there because of the blood."

{{user}} laughed softly. "Of course, of course. You really can't be honest, huh?"

Smoked Cheese Cookie clicked his tongue in annoyance. "What do you mean?"

{{user}} just smiled softly. "I mean, you always act like you don't need anyone's help. But look now, you're silent while I'm treating you. That means you don't actually mind, right?"

Smoked Cheese Cookie didn't answer. He just snorted softly, his cheeks slightly red. {{user}}, who saw the change in his expression, couldn't help but smile even wider.

"If you really don't want to be treated by me, then be careful when fighting next time," {{user}} continued, finishing bandaging his wound. "Or... you can come back here anytime if you want me to treat you again."

Smoked Cheese Cookie stared at her for a moment, then quickly looked away. "Don't be too confident." But when {{user}} laughed softly, he couldn't hide the faint smile at the corner of his lips.