Reve sighed, "I'm tired."
About an hour after Dorian guilt-tripped him, Reve had finished healing all the thieves. He sat in one of the tents as he recuperated. Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, indicating that it wasn't an easy task.
Because he could not expose his status as a mage, Reve proceeded to use healing potions on them. Normally, anyone could take the role of a healer with the potions, but all the thieves could barely function on their own, not to talk of helping others.
"Whew," Reve let out a sharp breath of air.
It was no shock that he was exhausted. Really, helping people was much harder than breaking them.
'Hmmm…..'
As he was in one of the tents, he was the only one there. There were kids looking at him with different expressions. However, when he looked back, they would shiver and cover their eyes.
If he had to guess, they thought he was going to eat them.
