"Here, drink it," Kael said,as he held out a small vial filled with a shimmering golden liquid.
The red-haired girl, trembling from the pain looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Her face pale and streaked with tears. "Are you... really-y giving... me this?" she asked, her voice weak, almost incredulous.
Kael tilted his head slightly.
"Do you want to drink it or not?" he replied, his tone neither kind nor harsh but carrying an air of finality.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her trembling hands reaching out. "Thank-k you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She uncorked the vial and drank the potion, a wave of warmth immediately spreading through her body.
The wounds on her arms and legs began to heal rapidly.
Kael straightened up, his sword restincasually on his shoulder, its blade gleaming faintly with residual energy from the battle.
He turned to leave, his black cloak swaying behind him.
