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Aihi
She grabbed Masanori by the shoulders. “Help me drag Masa onto the pillows.”
Marigold struggled with her one uninjured arm to wrangle Masanori’s feet. They hauled him onto the cushions stuffed into the corners of the alcove. Once he was comfortably in place, Aihi placed two fingers on his neck. His pulse strummed steadily, though his eyes fluttered beneath his lids as if caught in a nightmare.
Blood glistened in his dark hair from scratches on his scalp. Aihi tore a strip of fabric from his haori and summoned a splash of water ki to wipe the crimson from his head.
From the way he’d screamed after taking the Dragon Eye, perhaps falling asleep was a mercy.
But why would holding the artifact cause such a reaction? When Hidekazu had tried to use the relic, their whole ship buckle
