The sound of muffled wailing reverberated from the room as Gale waited outside, fidgeting with his foot against the floor. He left Twilight to apply ointment on Xiaolin a few minutes ago and his disciple had been wailing since then.
It was never really easy to hear someone cry, but Gale couldn't do anything about it. There was no medicine that could relieve her pain, with no side effects. The drink he gave should soothe the pain as it takes effect, but it wouldn't be until Twilight finished with applying the herbal ointment all over her.
Xiaolin had brought this upon herself, overestimating her own endurance. However, this event would give her a broad perspective and let her through a catharsis. Most of her cells had calmed down already, though Gale had detected the restlessness in her blood cells, getting through some purging process.
