Astrid watched the pink-haired girl kneeling beside her, her head bowed as she blew on the wound.
A faint, unreadable expression flickered in Astrid's eyes.
No wonder Lyra was so likable in the original story.
Though she could be a bit naive early on, spending time with her revealed the sincere and pure heart hidden beneath her youthful appearance, a quality that made her incredibly endearing.
"Will this make it heal faster?"
Lyra shook her head gently. "No, but it can help ease the pain..."
She remembered clearly how Astrid had given her the potion that numbed her pain earlier.
After half a minute, Charlotte, confident that no living creatures remained active on the surface except for Astrid and Lyra, dispersed the storm and floated down to them.
"Astrid, you're hurt..."
Seeing the faint marks on Astrid's neck and the fresh cut on her arm, Charlotte frowned slightly.