She did not understand why Mia had helped her, much less why she had paid such a heavy price.
Even now, Mia's left arm was still in a horrifying state.
It was not just her palm. From her wrist all the way up to her forearm, it still retained the terrifying appearance of stark white, withered bones. The ash-like remnants of skin seemed to speak of the terrible price she had paid while fighting that thing earlier.
That was definitely not an injury that could be easily healed. Otherwise, with Mia's power, she would never have let it drag on until now.
But why?
Why go this far?
Seemingly noticing Xilos's confusion, Mia continued sending gentle restorative energy into Winnie as she slowly spoke, her voice as calm as ever.
"Our goal is the same as Feng Qingyao's."
Mia's gaze fell upon Winnie's face, which was gradually regaining vitality, and her expression was complicated.
"Although Winnie did indeed originate from my soul, I am not so narrow-minded that I must see her dead."
"Besides..."
After a brief silence, Mia added, her tone carrying a faint, almost imperceptible sigh.
"Winnie is completely different from me now. Between us, only the deepest origins of our souls still share somewhat similar frequencies."
Xilos frowned and silently watched as Winnie's condition improved considerably. Her guard had not fully lowered, but Mia's explanation and actions had indeed dispelled much of her greatest concern.
Especially Mia's withered hand, which had paid such a terrible price, along with her current generous efforts to heal Winnie, proved that at least for this moment, she was not an enemy.
Soon, Winnie's consciousness fully returned as well.
She felt the familiar sensation flowing through her body, carrying the faintest resemblance to her own soul, and she saw Mia's shocking left