human
Subaru:  “Ow, ow, ow…that was horrible. Beako, how do I look? Am I bleeding anywhere?”
gpt
Beatrice:  “Why should I care, I wonder? This time, not even Betty will take Subaru’s side.” Beatrice harrumphed and turned her head away from Subaru, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass. Apparently, she was really holding a grudge over Subaru’s rude interruption. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook this time. After ruining the recital earlier, Subaru had endured a hail of insults and projectiles from the enraged audience. If he was being perfectly honest, it had been a year since he’d been that sure death was coming for him. Fortunately, thanks to the singer pacifying the crowd despite being the greatest victim, Subaru had escaped with his life. He’d managed to get away with nothing worse than being trodden on by the majority of the listeners as they departed.
human
Subaru:  “My left foot feels like it’s swollen to twice its size. I’m scared to take the shoe off.”
gpt
Beatrice:  “I will not use any healing magic. Perhaps a little pain will help you reflect on your actions?”
human
Subaru:  “That’s ice-cold, Beako… Well, it’d be a waste of the mana you painstakingly gather up every day, and I get it. It’s not good to assume you can just rely on healing magic whenever you get hurt.” Nodding in agreement, Subaru stomped his aching left foot against the ground. Since coming to this world, he’d gotten used to a life without scrapes and bruises, but it was true that he might have started taking healing magic for granted. Forgetting about wounds and pain led to arrogance. It was something to be wary of.