After Moira calmed down, Heero put her down on the bench and started to apply for the medicine on her wounds. A few centimeters claw mark, fortunately, the wound was not too deep.
As he applied for medicine, he started the conversation with his usual gentle smile, "So, your name's Moira?"
"Mnn…" The little girl nodded her head. After a series of drama, the little girl turned quieter. She looked nervously at the green paste in Heero's hand.
After washing up, it turned out Moira's hair was red. Maybe because she did not wash her hair for a long time, so her hair was so dirty until it changed its color.
"It's okay, my medicine is the best one, you will not feel sore," Heero put the green paste on the wound.
"It's okay, Moira can endure pain, " Even Moira said so. She closed her eyes, but then, the cooling sensation spread over her wound. She did not feel sore let alone pain. Instead, the green paste soothed the pain she endured all this time.
