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Aaron Cyrus: February 26th,20XX

“Great Jedeyi, Destia, what happened to you?”

Destia looked awkward as the red-haired teenager leaned over her and lightly used the pads of her fingertips to push her back and out of her face.

“Ah, I’m fine. I just got scraped up a few days ago, look! It’s mostly healed up!”

Although Destia had offered, it looked like she hadn’t expected Sparrow to lift the blanket over her legs and carefully look them over. I didn’t know how they knew each other, but from the scene that they acted out in front of us, I could guess that they had been pretty close at one point.

Sparrow carefully put the blanket back down before suddenly pinching both sides of Destia’s face.

“Meanwhile, why did you suddenly go radio Silent a few months ago? I wouldn’t even have known where you were if I didn’t see your name and picture on the project profile. You had me absolutely worried sick!”