"He's been fine while we were near the shore, but the moment we took a turn for the road…" Nay muttered in a half-voice and lowered her gaze to the ground.
Her hands tightened in lieu of the concern she was showing on her face.
Nay took a breath and raised her eyes back onto the mercenary. Yet, rather than giving him a confident look, she pleaded for his help instead.
"Haa…." The middle-aged man shook his head before turning his eyes from Theo's lifeless body to the woman he called for. "It might surprise you, but I can make some sense of his state," he said while beckoning at Lauren to come closer. "Stabilize him."
The young woman in the cleric robes didn't ask any unnecessary questions. She brought her hand to the small pouch hanging on her belt and brought the inner palm of her left hand over Theo's face.
