"Hey, it's Len and Claude… and everyone!" Ritzy waved a hand at them, seeing the junior Epsilons in the distance. She flashed a smile at the newcomers. "Reina wasn't lying when she said you also recovered! How are you feeling? Are you still strong enough to lift a bus?"
Len chuckled, nodding off Ritzy's greeting. "Yes, thanks to my baby. He made everything possible for me and the infected students."
Ritzy extended her hands to collect the bouquets, Len handing them to her. However, her palm lingered on his battle-hardened calloused hand. Even her fingertips pressed against his skin. Ritzy kept her curled lips, but her eyes strayed to the flowers Len handed to her.
"I really wish everyone got a drop of his miracles…" She tightened her hold on his hand. "I would ask about your dead… but the wolves survived everything thrown at them."
