Hearing his friend's lengthy remark, Drayce ignored him, as was his custom. The young king strode over to his sword, and without any hesitation, drew a cut on his arm, from which blood immediately began to pour.
"Dray!" Despite Arlan's outcry, it was already too late - Drayce had ingested a pill. Both watched attentively as the deep wound closed at a rate visible to the naked eye. Within a minute, what was once a fresh sword wound was reduced to an almost imperceptible scar, aged by several years. Drayce then redirected his attention to Dusk, gently stroking the bird's head. "Well done. This healing pill has no adverse effects on the body. She shall have it."
Dusk nudged his head in apparent contentment at his master's praise.
