UNCONTRUCTION.

Azuiel had been yearning for a daughter to call her own for an extended period. She had always envisioned having a little girl to cherish and care for, but the circumstances never allowed for that dream to become a reality. When Tuile came into her life, Azuiel saw in her the child she had always longed for, and she vowed to be the best mother figure she could be.

"How does this feel, little one? Does it hurt less now?" With the utmost care and precision, she gently applied the ointment to the wounds that had penetrated deep tissues, ensuring that the affected areas were given the attention they needed to promote healing.

"No, it doesn't. Lady Azuiel." Tuile says softly, then shakes her head.

" That's good! It means that the medication is working and the pain will disappear quickly."

Her wounds are taking longer to heal and most likely leave hideous scars on her beautiful skin.