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"Hope you had a good night's rest on my injured arm," the Seer groaned, his voice thick with complaint, as Ling Yue stirred awake, the afternoon sun hitting her face, making it hard to stay asleep.

"Oh, guess the anesthetics wore off..." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Why didn't you wake me up then?"

The Seer didn't respond, his silence heavy in the room.

"How sweet," she teased, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

The Seer barely reacted, his face blank, unphased by the gesture. Too much had happened. He was inching closer to a state of indifference, where nothing seemed to move him anymore. His mind had begun to detach from the world, well on its way to something resembling enlightenment.

Ling Yue got up from the bed and left the room, and the Seer followed closely behind.