I raised my brows questioningly.
“Your wounds….. they are almost healed.” He mumbled, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“It…. It’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s a good thing, Luna.” He comforted me anxiously.
“Change her dressings and then change her clothes. She is still not in a state to eat by herself. So, help her with dinner and then give her medicine,” he instructed them, still sounding troubled and in a daze.
I took a deep breath and decided not to dwell on it.
It seemed that while inflicting pain on Winona, I accidentally used her healing abilities too.
Arthur’s P.O.V.
“How is your fiancée?” Mom asked me in a casual tone after finishing her breakfast.
I dabbed my mouth with a tissue and put it on my empty plate.
“She is healing better,” I replied to her nonchalantly,
