The Lombax suddenly felt like he just did something very wrong.
“It’s umm, n-not m-magic. At l-least I think? I’m not-t sure what that w-word means. T-that g-glowing s-stuff was made out-t of little rob-bots.”
Rebecca put her headphones back on, going over to lean against the door.
“Your bruises, scrapes and wounds disappeared in a flash. There is nothing like that in the medicines here. It looked more like magic fireflies healed you.”
The former champion excused herself and closed the door behind her, leaving a worried-looking Triton sitting under a tree.
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