[ it's a good thing law's mind is made for sorting things and remembering details — he composes a mental list of all the events and places and names cora mentions, and commits them to memory. he doesn't mind the amount of information. in fact, in his mind, the more he knows, the better. ]

Sounds like this world doesn't want to be saved, [ he mutters, his attention mostly on just how tired cora seems there. he doesn't seem concerned about the world's dangers — at least not for himself.

shifting back a little so that he can better look at him, ]

Cora-san, you... [ an are you okay is at the tip of his tongue, but does he really need to ask? there's no way he's okay if he's been stuck for a year here, trying to save a world that is dangerous and keeps fighting back.

he sighs, never finishing that sentence. instead, he asks, ] What about a medical center, or a hospital? Is there one here?