Ysha's mind was a whirlwind of resentment toward her twin.
As she lay there, the weakness of her body weighed heavily on her, feeling as if she would shatter into pieces when anyone touched her.
"Ugh!" she winced, even though the light pressure from the lota applying ointment to her skin should have brought relief.
"That's enough, Lota," she said, her voice firm yet laced with exhaustion. "I don't need that anymore."
"But, Luna Ysha..." Lota's voice was gentle, and she looked at Ysha with concern. Despite her silent empathy, she couldn’t hide the pity that clouded her gaze. "Your bruises will heal more easily if you apply the medicine, Luna Ysha."
Ysha shook her head, a rush of emotions threatening to spill over.
"For what else, Lota? From now on, I don’t need that anymore."
"But...
