human
Lute:  Lute ground his teeth as he lamented his absence.
gpt
Wounded:  “Sir Lute, congratulations on your safe return.”
human
Lute:  “Quick, someone, someone call her over!” He frantically called out for a particular healer.
gpt
Ain:  Her voice sounded disaffected, but anyone who knew Lute’s wife could make out the notes of affection in her tone. “I was sure you’d be all right, but to see you so thoroughly uninjured is rather pleasant, Lute. It looks like I married a good one… I suppose your return can hardly be considered flawless, though.”
human
Lute:  “Of course, Ain, I would never dream of worrying you by getting injured. But I…I’ve seen things. I need to go give my report to Lady Vyade Ula Forstlast. While I’m doing that, could I ask you to look after Ms. Izabella?”
gpt
Ain:  “Izabella? Ms. Izabella Vicker? I am rather fond of her, true, but wouldn’t the Church’s healers be better equipped to—? Oh, goodness.” Lute had silently held out Izabella to her. As she gazed at Izabella’s half-mechanized body, Lute’s wife, Ain, immediately sensed just how complicated the situation was. She nodded, then turned around. Her voice was as matter-of-fact as her steps were quick. “She looks to have burned through a great deal of her stamina. Let her rest here. There you go, gently.” Lute followed her orders and set Izabella down on a bed in a quarantined section of the ward for the severely injured. Now they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her mechanized body. Ain then quickly got to work inspecting Izabella all over. After checking her esophagus and making sure it was functioning properly, she poured a decoction down her throat. Then she started applying ointment to the places where metal and skin joined together. After a little while, Izabella’s breathing grew steady. With a kindly look on her face, Ain stroked her mechanized cheek. Then, though, she suddenly whirled around and stared straight at Kaito. “That should put Ms. Izabella at ease for now, but…you don’t seem quite well, either, do you?”
human
Kaito:  “Who, me? I mean, I guess I’m covered in blood, but I’m not really injured anywhere. Thanks for your concern, but I’m fine.”
gpt
Ain:  “It isn’t a matter of being injured or not. You seem like yourself right now, yet, at the same time, you seem like someone else.”
human
Lute:  Lute gasped a little. He, too, had thought the same thing, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to ask Kaito about it.
gpt
Ain:  Ain’s gaze stayed firmly fixed on Kaito. Not flinching, she probed even deeper.