Jack helped Lydia till they reached the counter. "How has it been?" He looked at Arad.
"I'm the one who should be asking." Arad looked at Lydia. "How are you doing?"
She sat on the desk and smiled, "I'm fine. But sore. I snapped a few muscles and cracked some bones, but that should heal soon."
"The muscles on her arms and legs have suffered severe damage. The bones seems cracked as well so the healer couldn't believe she still stood." Jack looked at her.
"Does it always happen when you fight?" Arad asked.
"I abused my smite. It's the same with hitting anything, the recoil always hurts." She looked at William with a smile, "Give me something warm. A lot of meat will help."
"Comming right away."
"You couldn't use healing potions?"
Bam! Cain put his beer bottle on the desk. "There is a limit kid. Abusing potions and healing magic could weaken you, or even age you."
"He's right." Lydia sighed.
