"Saint Ava, are you okay?"
Saint Ava slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't see Veronica at first. She slowly got back her vision and noticed Veronica's desperate expression.
She was stunned to see her. "Why… why are you here?" she tardily asked. Her words slurred as she spoke. She almost choked due to her dry throat, only to realize she hadn't had a sip of water in hours.
Veronica realized that she must be perched. She took out her water pouch and let Saint Ava drink mouthfuls.
Saint Ava chugged down as much as she could. Afterward, she wiped her lips. She sat properly and looked at Veronica.
"Thank you for the water," she said. Her pale face looked slightly better.
Veronica spoke in a worried tone, "But Saint Ava… how are you holding up? The blood…"
"It's mine," Saint Ava confessed. "But I healed myself, so, I don't have injuries anymore. I just bled too much before I healed."
