Tycondrius closed the door behind him.
Lieutenant Mina was installed in the Captain's bed.
Sweat poured down her gaunt face and uncovered skin, soaking the sheets through. The luster of her purple hair and mermaid tail might have made fine treasures for a collector... but they'd grown dull and dry.
Her pallor heavily implied the unlikeliness of her survival.
Without her usual coral armor, Mina looked small and frail-- more like a child than the weapon she was crafted to be.
Bandages covered her bosom, a mark of dried blood in a single spot.
The poisoned crossbow bolt had struck her near the heart.
Yet still... she breathed.
She lived.
As for the reasons... it was due in part to Tycon's Support Skill: ⌈Desire Trigger,⌋ her Iron-Rank physique, and... her ever-dwindling force of will.
Though Captain Krysaos had incurred no obvious physical injuries, he too was in a state of suffering.
