While I was busy regulating my breathing and ignoring the pain, a hand reached out in front of me. She was holding a small bottle with a green liquid inside.
"Take and drink it, it's one of the best healing potions I have."
I took the potion Ezareth handed me and, without waiting, I poured it down my throat. It looked exactly like the high-end hannya-made potions I had seen in the game, so I had no hesitation.
I let out a deep sigh as the green liquid passed down my throat, spreading a comforting warmth I wasn't used to. Even though it was high-end, I would have to wait at least an hour or two for it to heal my arm.
The wound on his chest still looked fresh, his face a little pale, but like me, he had drunk the potion and was in good shape.
Still... she was a little strange. Her eyes, fixed on mine, were not looking at me as expressionlessly as before.
She... what does she feel? Is it suspicion? Like she's not happy about something...
