"Nord, you idiot!" Lira's voice was a mix of anger and concern as she knelt beside me, her hands glowing with healing magic.
Oh… When was she able to do such thing? A tinge of surprise spread through my mind.
"Why would you worry about someone else when you're this badly wounded?"
I winced in pain as Lira's magic worked to mend the damage to the side of my stomach. The searing pain shot through me like a hot poker, and I bit down on my lip to stifle a cry.
"I'm... I'm sorry," I managed to say between gritted teeth. "I should have been more careful."
Lira's expression softened, and she continued to channel her healing magic into my wound. "You have to stay awake, Nord. Don't you dare pass out on me. I need you to tell me how you're feeling."
"…" I didn't say anything. The flooding crimson liquid had already painted my hand in red and spread an iron scent.
