She shifted slightly on the bed, still sitting with her back to him.
"Is there something wrong with the technique?" she asked, concern creeping back into her voice.
"Or is it because your body is too damaged right now?"
Julian remained silent for a few seconds, as if thinking.
"I'm not sure," he said eventually.
"The vessels in my arms are still fragile. Maybe they can't handle the full load yet. If I force it, I might damage them further."
Olivia bit her lower lip, clearly conflicted.
She had offered her mana to help him recover, but now the process had slowed down dramatically. Part of her felt relieved, the intense, humiliating sensations had eased. But another part of her, the part that had seen how badly injured he was, felt anxious that he wasn't recovering fast enough.
She took a slow breath, trying to steady herself.
"Then… what should we do?" she asked softly.
"If this rate continues, it will take hours for you to recover properly."
