"Are you alright now?" Victor asked with a worried expression as he looked at Dora. His brows furrowed deeply, his concern evident in his eyes.
Dora chuckled softly, noticing how much he was worried about her. It was almost adorable how he fretted over her injuries when, in reality, she had suffered far worse before. Compared to those, these wounds were nothing but a fli—
"Ouch!" Dora groaned, her face twisting in pain when Victor touched her fingers. The sharp sting shot through her, even though she had already used a high-level healing potion.
Victor immediately pulled his hand back, guilt flashing across his face. "Sorry," he muttered in a worried tone, his voice laced with regret.
He hadn't meant to hurt her.
Dora looked down at her trembling fingers, watching as they shook visibly. A deep sigh left her lips. "Looks like the backlash... isn't just affecting my flesh but my soul as well," she murmured under her breath.