July 30, 1437
Raphael Earhart
— …About what your sister said… — Erin began hesitantly. — Maybe you really should consider withdrawing from the match?
I turned my head to meet her uncertain gaze. Her hands were still wrapped in bandages, though there were fewer now, and a single plaster on her cheek signaled her recovery. Noticing my gaze, Erin swallowed and lowered her head, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
— …Please don't take it the wrong way… I'm not trying to order you around or anything. But I… as your friend… no, as your blade, I want my lord to survive. If Lady Aurora believes this fight could result in serious injuries, I think you should reconsider… Forgive me.
I raised my right hand—still wrapped in bandages—and gently placed it on her head, ruffling her hair slightly. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with confusion.
