"Are you crying?" the janitor-cum-chef asked.
"I'm not," May said, putting her effort into swallowing the hot soup; her eyes were almost on the verge of tearing up.
The soup wasn't chilly or anything; it had simply been quite some time since she had eaten edible food. Hell, she had been fighting on an empty stomach, and the terrible ambience of the subspace hadn't been any kinder to her.
May's affinity toward life attributes was higher than most healers', which made her more intimate with life itself. However, since she entered this subspace, the same ability that made her one of the best healers there was made her a worse candidate for this place.
