"What happened?" Cain mumbled as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a sterile white room.
"You're in the infirmary," Fifi's voice chimed in, her tone a mix of concern and amusement. "This is the first time I've seen you faint." She snickered, clearly enjoying the situation.
She was truly a little devil.
"I passed out?"
"Yep. With your mouth foaming like you were poisoned or something. Impressive, really — seems like you can't handle a woman's touch at all," Fifi remarked, her voice laced with teasing.
Cain groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position, gritting his teeth. "I let my guard down. It wouldn't have happened if I'd been more careful."
Fifi shrugged, hovering near him with a playful smile. "It's fine. You survived the whole ordeal, so that's enough. And hey, at least you didn't puke this time."
