Fownso entered followed by Haylia. Both wore worries on their faces.
"She lost too much blood and her body is covered in bruises," Siroos told them promptly, keeping his gaze on his mate.
"Alpha! Here." Fownso extended a glass jar towards Siroos with a mossy paste inside. Siroos accepted it quickly.
"Cover the wounds with this, we need to stop the infection. Rest let me fix up a potion which will increase the blood production." Fownso bowed, taking his leave so he could get to it as quickly as possible. There was not a moment to waste.
Haylia moved closer to her son and tenderly touched Siroos's tensed shoulder.
"I knew you would bring her back. She is resilient, she will survive this."
Siroos's hands shook as he removed the lid of the container and salvaged some of the balm on his index finger.
"She will," his voice broke.
Haylia observed how Siroos was struggling to keep his hands stable.
