"Lily, are you all right?"
Seeing Lily staring blankly, Iver crouched anxiously beside her.
He first extended his left arm and placed it beneath Lily's neck as she lay in the bathtub, preventing her from suddenly sliding down and drowning or hitting the back of her head. With his right hand, he gently touched her forehead and used the Dedication Path's perception to sense the state of her life force.
"...Strange."
Iver furrowed his brow and murmured under his breath.
Because he hadn't sensed any problems at all.
As far as he could tell, Lily's body was healthy, her mind active, and her magic surging—she could even be said to be in a state of heightened excitement. Yet her breathing was unusually calm and deep, as if she had fallen into a light sleep.
For a healer, discovering a problem wasn't actually a problem. The biggest problem was finding no problem at all.
Iver thought for a moment, then extended his index finger and held it before Lily's eyes, making it glow faintly. He saw Lily's pupils contract slightly, but her head did not turn away. Nor did she close her eyes of her own accord.
"Master, Master..."
Just then, the newborn Selene had already clung herself tightly to him.
Murmuring, she raised her head and gently tore at and chewed on Iver's finger, licking the blood that remained on his hand.
By then, the wound on Iver's arm had already begun to heal, and the bleeding had stopped completely. Selene's incredibly demonic dark-red slit pupils revealed an ominous aura.
Selene bit down harder and harder on Iver's finger, soon causing him pain. He frowned slightly and pulled his finger from her mouth. But Selene, like a dog whose food had been snatched away, chased after it and leaned forward,