"Leviticus..."
Faustina couldn't believe it— he—
"You came... for me...?"
They were both out of their breaths and had barely escaped the undead princess. Leviticus was panting, his hand a bit tremulous as he held his staff. He then turned towards her, reaching to her arm.
"Your arm." Leviticus exclaims, "is swelling like this because of the continuous flow of mana you've exerted. What spell did you use to have it like this?"
"W-water whirlpool..." Faustina answered; her face was evident with sheer anxiety. She was fidgeting, looking around.
"Don't worry. The undead does not leave their chambers," Leviticus says. "So they say."
Faustina stared at Levi who was caressing the protruding nerves on her arms. They were still pulsating, but the pain can be forgotten when fear strikes. However, now that Faustina's at ease, the agony came back as she feels the sting from Leviticus' touch.
