【 ❆ 𝕃𝔼𝕍𝕐。】ˡᵉᵛʸ⁻ˢᵒˡᶤᵈ⁻ˢᶜʳᶤᵖᵗ

       It was a struggle, but Levy managed to bush her small body through all the wreckage and debris in order to reach her friend. She frowned as she took in the state he was in. “This looks like more than just a nasty bruise! Why are you boys always so stubborn?” She knelt beside him and examined his injuries. What she wouldn’t give for Wendy to be here at a time like this.

“Tell me, how much does it really hurt? On a scale on 1-10?”

     ❝ … ❞

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  THE STIRRING INQUIRY evokes naught of emotions from the Ice-Mage, should any have lain within him in the present moment. Strong shoulders loft before Gray gingerly clutches Levy’s adjacent arm to steady himself, his thorax heaving with TORPOR as the exposed wound begins to take a toll on his waning health.

     ❝ Uh… 11.5? Nasty bruise feels– well, nasty. ❞