Healing

As John's body began to sag, surrendering to the effects of the rune-induced slumber, Aron swiftly intercepted his fall, gently laying John down on the sofa, ensuring he was in a comfortable position, providing support for his weary frame.

{You seem to be thoroughly enjoying your play as a magician} Nova remarked once she was certain that John had fallen into a deep sleep.

"No, I was merely assessing the extent of his depression," Aron replied, carefully lifting John's leg from the ground and positioning it on the sofa to ensure his comfort.

"You seem to have missed the mark. He ran out of pills today, not within your projected timeline," Aron said, playfully teasing Nova.

{I said within three months, and today falls within that time period, so technically, I am correct,} Nova retorted.

{However, it seems my approximation was off. He must have been using the medication at a higher dosage than previously calculated. Perhaps his body became accustomed to the normal dose, prompting him t
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