Not long after, Zhane returned with two ointments in hand and made his way straight to the bathroom.
Knock, knock.
Zhane rapped lightly on the door. When he heard Leo's voice granting permission, he opened it and stepped inside.
Leo was rummaging through the bag of clothes, sorting them out, while Hera sat nervously on top of the sink, still adjusting to the situation.
Without a word, Zhane knelt down in front of Hera, his movements brisk and professional. He gently parted her legs to inspect her injuries, causing Hera to yelp in surprise.
"W-What are you doing?" she stammered, her face heating up as she instinctively tried to close her legs.
Zhane, initially focused in his "doctor mode," paused. As his eyes met Hera's flustered gaze, his professional demeanor cracked slightly. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and his lips curled into a teasing smirk.