The healthy blue glow spreads and Yukina nods tentatively.

"It's long, not deep," she said softly. She stroked its head. The marks were gone, there was no way to look at them and guess what made them, but Yukina would not have been able to tell, anyway.

"It's lucky you heard this prayer," she said earnestly. She's grateful to be with a goddess who not only hears a plea like this, but answers it.