Melton was propped up against a damaged pillar, breathing heavily. His body was beaten, injuries were recent, yet his eyes blazed with resolve.
Jemmy knelt next to him, her hands softly glowing as she readied to heal his wounds. She gazed at him with a blend of worry and determination. "Melton, you must remain like this and not move. These wounds will not heal on their own."
Melton grimaced as she laid her hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of her energy starting to mend his torn flesh. "I am doing well, Jemmy. There are more significant concerns than just a couple of injuries and wounds to be concerned about."
Jemmy's forehead creased, her touch soft yet resolute. "Do not refuse. If you can't maintain good posture, you won't be of use to anyone. Allow me to handle this."
He gave a hesitant exhale before finally agreeing with a nod. "Okay, okay. Just do it fast. We are running out of time."
