The warmth of Zafir's coat spread through her body and Stella realized that she had been spacing out on the balcony for too long.
Zafir still looked so handsome even with half of his face covered. But she still preferred the Zafir that didn't have to wear a mask. She hoped the Great Sage would find the cure soon so Zafir wouldn't need that mask anymore.
If only this was her former world, they could have had the scars treated through modern technology.
She had been reading magic-related books and medical plants to see if there was something that could help, but there was none that could help due to the curse.
"Thank you for saving me," Stella looked up at Zafir. He looked away when she did.
'Right. He's still angry at me.'
The warmth of his coat misled her that they would be back to how they used to be.
