you opens their eyes and sees an unfamiliar ceiling. The faint scent of herbs fills the room. What touches their fingertips is the feel of soft cloth. And right beside them, there is the presence of someone else.

It was a voice so quiet it seemed as if it might break.

In this world, there are those who heal wounds. It is a blessing, and at the same time, a quiet bond. ――No one has yet called it by its exact name. Only one girl knows. Just how much ''inseparable'' a thing healing can create.