Nine hells

So, what do you think?"

Hera smiled radiantly as she looked around the garden. With Dragon's help, she walked around until she sat down in her wheelchair to rest. Meanwhile, Dragon sat on the bench, and her wheelchair was facing him.

"It's definitely better," she mused, her cheeks turning pinkish. "I've been locked up in my room since waking up, and it feels good to finally breathe in fresh air."

"Have you always wanted to come here?" he asked out of plain curiosity.

"Mhm, but you said I was still very sick." Her smile faltered a little, and she lowered her shoulders. "So I didn't want to worry you. You've been taking care of me for years, and I don't want to be stubborn. After all, my husband is working so much, and I don't want to be one of your worries."

"Aren't you sweet?" His eyes softened, pleased whenever she referred to him as her other half. "Should we stay here a bit longer?"