#hshehe

J swipes the blood off of Mari, their own wounds gushing the same liquid. The ache of their bruised ribs was nothing to Mari quietly mumbling. Her words felt like bandages wrapping around their wounds, tight enough to stop the blood. Once Mari was patched up, J attempted to get up. Only to fall down onto the ground again. They giggled as they tried again, success. Mari only looked at them, giving a half hearted smile.