Karuṇā - Ch. 13
Sessyoin Kiara, Fujimaru Ritsuka (F)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32762746/chapters/228133146
A Servant route for Kiara continuing her arc from CCC, set during the Epic of Remnant.
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Chapter 13: An injury during the impromptu rescue mission that interrupted her first real Rayshift exercise with Kiara does nothing to assuage Ritsuka's anxiety about her chances in the next Singularity. Kiara offers to demonstrate her significant abilities as a healer: but despite the arrangement of mutual cooperation they've come to, the prospect of putting her life directly in this particular Servant's hands is very intimidating.
Kiara clarifies a very important point about her Master.
Ritsuka shifts around a bit on the muslin sheet covering the steel workbench, and hisses through her teeth when it jostles her rib, lightning spots appearing in the corner of her vision. That was dumb, she knows better. Maybe she's a little nervous. She knows this isn't really the same as having Jack surgically remove shrapnel from her back: a brave face can only take you so far. Behind her, she hears the rustle of fabric and the spinning echo of Kiara's mandalas taking shape. A moment later, an expert typist's clicking on some musically crystalline mechanical keyboard. "You're really not going to call someone to keep an eye on you? Goodness, are you... feeling bashful?" Ritsuka blinks. "What? No, that's silly. It's just my body. Practically everybody in Chaldea has seen me naked already, so this much is nothing. I contacted Da Vinci and everything, I just figured... I mean, you're already being watched. We both know that. No need to rub it in." It is a little chilly with her shirt off, though. "Oh... oh my! And you seem so modest and restrained! But you're a healthy and energetic young lady, aren't you, Ritsuka? Even I would be affected, hearing something like that. Ahh, so many people..." "Well... yeah. I produce a pretty steady supply of od, but that's not always going to be enough on its own. And on Rayshifts, I need to be observed constantly to confirm my existence, so that means going to the bathroom, bathing, or whenever I'm injured and my clothes need to be removed for medical treatment." Mash gripping her shoulders, talking to her, keeping her hazy attention, keeping her awake, while a sword cuts open her bloody uniform. "Sort of like this." She shrugs. "It was a little rough at first, but I'm pretty used to it by now." She realizes the sounds behind her have briefly gone quiet. "...I see." For some reason. All of the hairs on her body stand up.
















