A comfortable warmth flowed into Julian's body, like liquid fire poured onto ice after Sena fasted his tunic. The soothing sensation gradually eased the painful sting of his wounds, allowing him to recover. His breathing steadied as his muscles relaxed, and the heat helped him relax.
Sena's new swords sliced through the air, a few steps away with one wreathed in fire, the other glistening with frost. Her twin blades danced along with her movements, their opposing elements weaving a beautiful image of fire and ice.
Julian watched, sucking in his breath in admiration.
"Beautiful…"
"Eh?"
Sena faltered mid-motion from his sudden compliment, nearly fumbling and breaking her stance. Her eyes fluttered and flicked to Julian, and suddenly couldn't help but become shy.
Her cheeks burned a deep red. His expression completely unreadable and serious, as if he could only see her in this beautiful forest glowing pink with each petal.