Agatha and Nabil returned to the village, where they were quickly taken to the infirmary. A healer, a young-looking elf man with a calm demeanor, immediately attended to Nabil. Using his magic, he expertly stopped the bleeding and closed the wound. Slowly, Nabil's skin regained its color, and his strength began to return.
The healer examined Nabil carefully, his expression serious. "You were very lucky. If you had lost any more blood, we wouldn't have been able to save you."
Nabil nodded, his face somber. "I know. I was a fool for letting my guard down. Thank you, healer."
The elf offered a reassuring smile before leaving, allowing Agatha and Nabil some privacy. An awkward silence filled the room as they both grappled with their emotions. Finally, Nabil broke the silence. "Hey, I'm okay, so don't worry about it," he said, trying to sound reassuring.
