He listened to the bearer of ambrosia as he sat himself down, holding the mug as he briefly looked up at the scenery around him, so far away from the world above. As he took the drink to his lips, consuming it, a relaxing sensation calmed his aching body, easing the pain and filling him with a new sense of vigor.
It was quite delicious, like warm honey mixed with a trace of wild berries, helping satiate his parched and famished self as well.
"This is…?" Bastian quietly uttered out in surprise, feeling a renewal to his physical condition as he looked up at the one who supplied the ambrosia.
Zahal smiled, leaning his elbow against the statue beside them, "An elixir of healing, with my own special touches. You seem surprised. I am the Invictus of Dionysus after all."
