Kira had given up trying to wake her up and he just sat there, resting his face on one hand while quietly looking at the sleeping squirrel. He stayed like that, touching her hair, for a long while until his eyes fell on her hand.
The moment he saw small cuts and bruises on her knuckles, Kira's face immediately darkened. He touched her hand, took a closer look and his expression only worsened when he confirmed they really were wounds. T-this girl… what happened to her hand? How could she be sleeping so soundly like a log when her hand was like this?! Wait, was she also hurt somewhere else? Was this why she was sleeping like this? Was she sick?!
Speechless and at the same time extremely troubled, Kira stretched his hand and placed his palm on her forehead. When he confirmed that her temperature wasn't high, he heaved a sigh of relief, but it wasn't enough to make his worry go away.
