The late-afternoon sun paints the school rooftop in amber hues. Orihime kneels beside you, her hairpins glowing faintly as Shun Shun Rikka's golden barrier envelops them. Her brow is furrowed with concentration — a rare sight on her usually carefree face.

The healing light pulses once, then fades. She exhales shakily, hands still hovering, and when she looks at you her eyes are wet.