With the old woman gone, Esther could finally relax a little, although she did not dare lower her guard in this strange place. She looked at the unconscious man whose face was almost white due to blood loss and realized that now she had the means to heal him, she should start treatment right away. It would be terrible if his condition worsens.
She put the wooden box to the side as she kneeled on the floor, the damp skirt of her dirty dress pooling around her as she leaned forward towards the mattress where Prince Theron was laying. She first decided to remove his clothes, and again moved her hands to touch his undershirt. Since the garment was torn and coated in blood, and the old woman already provided a change of clean clothes, Esther simply decided to rip his clothes off his body. She had a little trouble doing so as she was physically stronger than the strongest human alive.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed within the silent underground cabin.
