"How are you feeling?" Medusa's silky voice reached out.
Languidly, Altair gently laid back as the last of the Elysium Root tea was consumed. Torrents of Mana surged through his meridians to gather in his heart.
He gave a low growl of a wolf as the Mana traveled through some of the Meridians that he had ruptured but held steadfast by creating an artificial pathway with refined Vale Qi.
Slowly, the pain on his face crept away to a serene expression.
"Sleepy. Does Elysium Root do that?"
"I think you are confusing tranquility with weariness," Madusa explained softly, brushing the hair from out of her Master's face. There was a tenderness to her touch that seemed missing these past few days.
'She is mad at me. Yet she can still smile like that. Women are such odd creatures.' "How long will it take to produce more Elysium Root?"
