Turtle girl

The warmth enveloped her like a protective cocoon, unfamiliar yet comforting. Tang Yue's battered body instinctively relaxed, her golden eyes flickering open for a fleeting moment as she tried to identify the source. 

A figure loomed above her, a silhouette blurred by exhaustion and the fading light of the battlefield.

"Who…" she managed to whisper, her voice weak, barely audible over the distant echoes of destruction.

"Don't talk," the voice chided, tinged with exasperation but softened by undeniable concern. The figure crouched beside her, their hands glowing faintly with a healing light that seeped into her broken form. 

The warmth radiated through her veins, soothing the agonizing pain that wracked her body. "You're insane, you crazy bitch. Absolutely insane. But I'd expect nothing less." The voice was familiar, tugging at the edges of her memory and yet she couldn't place who it was.