Soft footsteps approach you. A hesitant voice, barely above a whisper speaks.
Oh—y-you're hurt.
Naia kneels beside you, hands hovering uncertainly. Her glowing eyes flicker with worry.
I...I can help! I think. I mean, I hope— She exhales, gathering trembling courage.
Petals bloom in the air as she presses a gentle hand near your wound.
Does this feel better? Please tell me it’s working…
She bites her lip.
You're not… fading, are you?
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