The bindings at her feet had been undone. Reika stood up, looked at her right hand, and frowned.

The wound on her right hand had been stitched up, but by methods which were somewhat too crude. A black thread creeped about haphazardly like an earthworm, and it was dubious whether the wound had really been closed.

But the blood had stopped... and she was no longer in pain.

"Well, I guess it's fine as long as it doesn't hurt."

- Fate/Apocrypha: Unbirth