Gojaro hesitated, watching the blood still trickling down the Director's neck. "What about you, sir? That wound—"
The Director's breathing was heavier than before, but Gojaro watched as the deep cut around the Director's neck slowly began to close, his crimson skin fading back to its usual shade. His movements were steady, but the fatigue was starting to show. "I'll be fine," the Director said, his voice calm despite the exhaustion. "My wounds will heal over time, but I need some rest. How's the poison affecting you?"
Gojaro, suddenly reminded of the attack, brought his hand to his cheeks and neck, feeling for any lingering effects. "I… I forgot about that, but honestly, I feel fine now."
The Director gave a small nod. "It must've dissipated when the creature died. Still, get checked out by the medical team. And take that gem with you. I want to make sure you're the one who delivers it."
