After the doctors examined Roger and confirmed his recovery, Lilac, Kalix, and Winter entered his hospital room. The bright morning light streamed through the window, but a subtle tension lingered in the air.
"You're quite a strong man, brother. Not even a sharp blade could pierce that steel body of yours," Lilac quipped, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Roger managed a faint chuckle, though a hint of fatigue still shadowed his eyes. "And what about the blood I lost? Does a steel body have any to spare?"
The humor in his voice barely masked his lingering pain. But the second his gaze met Lily's, who stood quietly at the edge of the room, guilt shadowing her features, his smile faltered.
"I'm sorry," he said immediately, his voice louder and clearer, meant for everyone to hear. "I didn't mean to respond that way."
Lily's lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she offered a weak smile, her fingers twisting nervously.
