Accepting help from her comrades did not shame her.
Calvin Ramos tore open her sleeve and glimpsed the long scar that scarred her skin, his handsome brows knitting together slightly as he quickened the pace of his work.
He had paid attention during their journey, carrying an assortment of herbs.
Some were for disinfecting, others for reducing fever.
Calvin Ramos quickly took out the herbs, crushed the ones for disinfection, and rubbed them over the wound on her arm. He then handed the fever-reducing herbs directly to Becca Reyes, watching her obediently bite and chew before he could sigh in relief.
He pulled out a dagger, took off his own coat, cut off a sleeve, and tore it into strips to serve as a bandage for Becca Reyes' wound.
Ten minutes later.
The treatment was completed.
Becca Reyes, with her feeble body, sat up.
"Thank you."
Murmuring softly, Becca Reyes spoke two words with a notably hoarse voice.
