[PQ+] my bare hands paved their paths

Flora

Despite whatever was happeningbetween she and Asta, the queen doesn't look overly concerned as blood trickles from his arm down onto the sands. Her only thought was about his bloodlust and whether he'd satisfied it since they last saw each other, if only because it's weird that Asta's so low level that this is a big chunk of his HP she didn't expect him to be so wounded by the slice of a dagger. Regardless, already she's fishing in her bag for two bottles of fountain water.

Making her way onto the butcher's other side, Flora uncaps one of them and gestures for the butcher to hold out his hand so that she needn't unnecessarily spill it on the cuff of his shirt. Letting it spill out in a steady stream, the wound will heal almost before the water has a chance to cleanse the blood from the butcher's olive skin. "Good as new." Flora hums cheerfully, before glancing over her should at the orb and huffing.

"Same for that, apparently." Clucking under her tongue, she gives her head a little shake. "I wouldn't feel bad, none of the demigods could really do anything either."

Waiting to see if Asta needed anything more, Flora nudged the orb with her foot and was treated to a flare of cold rushing up her toes. "Do you want to try it shifted, once each? Just so that I can tell my sister we tried everything?"

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'

Code stolen from Queen Sky