@servantborn
She flinches, but she endures the sting of her wounds. The battle was WON, but she is on her knees, panting. Yato-no-Kami, planted on the ground, helped her stay put. The princess closes her eyes, as a HEAVY exhale from her lips alone explaining how tired she was. ( She is battle-worn, EXHAUSTED from taking down numerous enemy lines. )
It was then, a gentle breeze blew by. She felt her wounds closing and her bruises disappearing— a FAMILIAR feeling, but the aura of the staff felt different. She opens her eyes, gazing to see her son before her, HEALING his mother. There was a smile on her lips, one full of pride. ( He was as talented of a HEALER as his father. ) When she is healthy enough to speak, she chooses to thank her boy—- like how she always thanked his father.
❝Thank you for healing me, Deere.❞
❝I'm truly blessed to have a son like you.❞
