Bassena was scared. He was as scared as the day he woke up finding Zein was gone, being taken to a temple.
He had never, in the time knowing Zein, seen the guide this pale and in agony. Zein had a high tolerance for pain and was the kind of person who could hide it well. The fact that Zein was writhing now meant it was the kind of pain that he could just endure silently.
Bassena felt like his blood was drained from his body when he saw that. It was his fault--he was too impatient, too rough, the surface was too hard and...
And he told himself to stop thinking about useless things and take action. Fortunately, the thought of Zein's well-being kept his head straight, and he immediately brought Zein inside. His storage ring was on the kitchen table, and he swept a high-grade health potion and a pain-reduction serum, swiftly bringing it over to the couch where he put Zein down.
"Can you drink both?"
