"Too much..."
As soon as she spoke, juice spilled from the corner of her mouth. She had to use her fingers to wipe the residue away, and then suck the precious Healing Fruit juice from her fingers.
"It shows that the Healing Fruit really likes you."
The young witch feigned astonishment, "It's truly incredible. Even our King finds it extremely difficult to obtain it, yet in your presence, it becomes so tame."
"Is... is it so?"
Yehuhti couldn't help feeling secretly delighted.
"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you," the young witch said with a light laugh, and then asked, "Have you noticed? You're not as sad as you were before."
"Hmm?" Yehuhti paid close attention to her feelings and realized that indeed, the heartache brought by Nyarlathotep had lessened significantly.
"Really!"
She was very surprised.
In theory, the wounds a deity suffers are not so easily healed, but now, although she still felt a slight sadness, it was indeed not as intense with anger and grievance as before.
