With Zolan in his arms, Servyn dropped his hand on the Man's chest. He immediately swung his gaze at Suzanne, shooting her suspicious glares.
"What? I didn't do anything!" Without waiting for him to spout his accusation, Suzanne hurriedly rebuked.
Casting his attention away, Servyn pressed tightly on Zolan's chest. In contrary to Suzanne green lights, a dark smoke dispatched from his hand, flowing around the his body, and in togetherness with the thick blackness, the dark veins had slowly began to fade, disappearing into his skin as though moulding back to where they originated from.
Suzanne keenly watched them. Confusion, puzzled, and astonished. Name it, but what reigned over them all was curiosity.
Her eyes squinted on the ministrations Servyn ministered to him. She wanted to ask but decided to keep mute. It wasn't the right time yet.
With that she straightened her expression, acting as if she never cared in the first place.
