[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Linceleste York[/color][/h1][/center]
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[quote]The back of his right hand should already be facing Linceleste the moment he was in her sights. Evidently the spikes aren't skewering it anymore, neither present were any wounds they would have left. In their place were indented scars, spots of thin skin slightly paler than himself.

『 Ludvig 』 "I'm fine. See?"[/quote]

[color=6ecff6]"I assumed you use healing magic to recover it fast. That will do."[/color] Linceleste seemed to be convinced by Ludvig's treatment of his wound. Magic or treating it physically still leaves a mark because a new tissue has grown back differently from the original one. It was a stab wound rather than a first layer of skin had been damaged; marks are expected.

Linceleste accepted the offer of Ludvig. Having the boiled milk in her hands. She stared at the hot milk and ignored the phrase about him having to accompany her for the further time alone in the current room. After that, she took a sip, savoring the taste of the milk. It seemed fine.

[quote]"Leans back onto the cupboard. Takes a final, huge sip from his cup of coffee.

『 Ludvig 』 "You definitely have your mother's hair. Not her eyes though, hers were a lot more... striking."[/quote]

At that, Linceleste stared at the man as he mentioned her appearances and her mother.

[color=6ecff6]"Most of my siblings have my mother's hair color and our eyes from my father,"[/color] she replied. [color=6ecff6]"You know my mother?"[/color] She continued by asking.