She'd cleaned his wounds personally, using her limited healing magic to accelerate his natural regeneration. It wasn't much , her corruption magic was better at transforming than healing but it was something. A small way to repay the debt she now owed him.
As she worked, she found herself studying his face.
Satou was young , though something about him suggested a maturity beyond his age. His tactical thinking during the battle, his unwavering resolve, his ability to coordinate complex strategies under pressure, all of it spoke to an innate wisdom that most goblins-turned-hobgoblins wouldn't possess.
His features were striking in their uniqueness. The iridescent scales caught the dim light, shifting colors as she moved. One eye was draconic gold, the other void-darkness—mismatched but somehow working together perfectly. His silver-streaked black hair fell across his face as he slept.
