"Ouch..." Han Shin rubbed the back of his head as they walked together toward the command center. "Hey, I think this is swollen," the healer protested, and when the perpetrator ignored him, he turned to the perpetrator's boyfriend. "Zeeein!"
"You're a healer, so heal it yourself," Zein said without care, and Han Shin pouted in disappointment.
"You're so cold now...even though I worked hard to take care of your kids..."
Bassena scoffed, but Zein chuckled and patted the healer's head--nothing more. "Then stop spreading stuff to my kids, huh?"
Han Shin grinned and poured his mana to the back of his head, getting rid of the pain a Saint-class magician-warrior-hybrid's palm caused. He stared at the back of Bassena's head with narrowed eyes--not for revenge, but to scan the man. He took out a measuring device to make sure, and just as he thought, Bassena was clean. The cleanest of the clean, as if no speck of miasma had ever entered his system.
