It wasn’t typical of Krolia to show her emotions so openly, but as she carefully tended to your wounds, there was a quiet intensity in her movements. Her hands lingered, just a moment longer than necessary, as if to make sure everything was perfectly cared for. It wasn’t just the routine of treating an injury—there was a weight behind it, something unspoken but deeply felt.

She didn’t need to say much. You knew exactly what she was thinking. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen you hurt during a mission, but this time… it felt different. The silence between you carried a kind of tension that hadn’t been there before.

Her hand moved slower now, as if she was trying to keep something in. After finishing with the last bandage, her touch lingered briefly before she finally let go.

"Next time..." Her voice, usually so composed, softened. "Be more careful. If not for you at least... for me."

There was more to her words than just concern. Something unsaid hung in the air, something you could feel even if she wouldn’t express it outright. And in that moment, you knew—you meant more to her than she ever let on.