Aria had been taken back by the sudden shout and jerking of the carriage, tossing her off the chair into Altair's embrace. She winced, brushing her rosy nose that had struck his chest, and looked up teary-eyed.
"What's going on?" Aria sniffled.
Distantly, Altair listened to the outside chaos and touched Aria's bruised nose. His finger shone a golden hue, and in the blink of an eye, the rosy blemish vanished.
"It will seem the Bastard has fallen off his horse," Altair said. "Better?"
Aria nodded with a bright smile. " Thanks, Big Brother, I didn't know you knew Healing Magic!" she exclaimed vibrantly, squishing her nose with wonder in her innocent eyes.
