Lucas, oblivious to the reactions around him, continued his tirade. "And Kyky, I even forgot how to hunt properly! I chased my own tail for hours, thinking it was a rabbit! And let's not even talk about the time I tried to catch fish and ended up falling into the river."
Kyra couldn't help but chuckle weakly, her pain momentarily forgotten by Lucas's antics.
The healer sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "I need a long vacation."
Lucas, still clueless, brightened up at Kyra's laugh. "See! My Kyky is getting better already! With my presence, right?"
"Your presence is my best medicine," Kyra replied with a weak smile. She sat up straight, her long hair falling from her shoulder. Her fair skin was pale, and though she looked weak, her face held a mature charm that had grown through her experiences.
Lucas's eyes widened with admiration. "Kyky, you're as beautiful as ever! Even when you're sick, you look like a queen."
