In her hands was a small medical kit, and her eyes immediately locked onto Jackson.
“As expected, you’re still not treating it,” Aina huffed as she sat in front of him. “That is why I went here. I had a medical kit with me when we drifted here.”
Jackson looked down at his hand, then back at her, his expression becoming soft.
“It’s fine,” Jackson assured her.
However, Aina shook her head. “No. Look at this. The infection has probably started.”
She grabbed Jackson’s wrist with firm but careful hands. “Anyway, hello, Irene. It’s nice to see you again.”
Aina raised her head for a moment to bow at Irene before her attention returned to cleaning Jackson’s wound.
Jackson flinched as the antiseptic stung. “Ouch. That stings.”
Aina shot him a look, then started to put the cotton on gently.
