"Whew..."
Blanche's face was covered in sweat. She had meant to take the damp towel from Aisili to wipe herself off, but the moment she reached out, Aisili was already wiping the captain's sweat as he lay in bed.
Yet she was the one who had just worked hard treating him. The captain had not sweated at all.
Blanche immediately reached out and pinched Aisili's bottom.
Aisili shifted sideways, escaping what she considered those "jealous claws."
Then, continuing to wipe Kallen down, she sighed sympathetically.
"Our poor captain, hurt so badly again."
Blanche said helplessly, "The captain's injuries are certainly serious, but they aren't a major problem. The first priest who treated him was extremely skilled."
"Will he have scars?" Aisili asked.
"It's not as though you'll get to admire them anyway."
"Here, take the towel. You can wipe yourself off too." Aisili handed Blanche the towel.
Blanche took it and leaned over, preparing to wipe the captain's body.
Aisili teased, "It's for wiping your own sweat, my friend."
"I can wipe my own sweat anytime."
Just then, the office door opened. Neo walked over, yawning, and smiled at Kallen lying in bed. "I'm starting to feel a little cheated. Why do you always seem to get a more comfortable time in bed than I do?"
Kallen opened his eyes. After saluting Neo, Aisili and Blanche tactfully left the office.
Neo sat beside Kallen's bed and continued, "Once, I lay here too, with Elisa sitting beside me."
Kallen said helplessly, "I don't mind if you want to tear open the scars of your memories for fun. That's your freedom. But please don't cast either me or yourself in strange roles."
"All right. Looks like that little priest under you patched you up nicely. With your improved physique, you should recover