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The room was silent. Akemi pressed the side of her hip against Hellhound’s as they stood side by side, her arm winding securely around the beast’s waist. The contact was solid and grounding; it allowed the Hellhound to feel the subtle tension in Akemi’s muscles, a mix of sorrow for her friend and a desperate hope for forgiveness. They stood like that for a long, heavy minute, two disparate beings anchored in the dim light of the hospital room. Then, a shift in the air. Hikari’s breathing hitched, changing from the deep, laboured rhythm of heavy sleep to something lighter. Slowly, agonizingly, her eyelids fluttered open. The light in the

Hellhound was not really thinking about fighting or burning anything but still, the thought of doing something else was not all that familiar to her just yet. She knew neither of these would be the answer here, at the very least. Being told about what being a hero was like made her feel like she was learning something more but she still found herself to be clueless about how to repair anything. How would just being there help? She did not know. Perhaps it was not something that she had to understand but the hound was not used to only stand somewhere, especially not in a place this clean. She assumed that it was better to not do anything so sh