For the next two days, Melchior saw no peace. What little time he should have spent preparing for the mission and practising more of his techniques, he spent on warding Lia off.
She was like a clingy little monkey who refused to leave him alone. So, he had no choice but to abandon practising most of his techniques in favour of just preparing in general and warding him off.
His permissions in the Nodor base were rather vast, so he could take as much as he wanted without repercussions. Not that he would, anyway.
He got a few healing elixirs and tossed most of them in the Fallen Angel Space when no one was around. The rest, he kept safely in a satchel strapped to his back.
Apart from that, there were a few… measures that he took just in case things went south or in case he was caught off guard in an unfortunate position.
