Larson pulled the wooden cabinet sitting at the foot of his bed, covering the opening. The gossiping crowd groaned and left the inn.
Nyatalia looked at her hands and summoned a palm-sized dark crystal in her hand. The robed man touched it and the floating object exploded.
“Only a portion of the life force you lost has been recovered.” He explained, kneeling next to her and closing her hand. “Take it easy, Your Highness.”
She gazed at Larson with pleading eyes. The boy tapped the healer’s shoulder. “If it weren’t for him, we could have lost you.”
“You deserve all the credit.” He acknowledged the rest of the team. “I merely concocted the ingredients you have given me.”
“You all did well in preserving my life.” Nyatalia smiled at them. “Thank you.”
Her radiance struck the robed man’s heart. A shade of pink colored his white cheeks. His golden eyes glowed a brighter hue. “C-calm down. No need to be nervous!” He thought to himself.