Recovery

"Uh, we'll take some," I replied.

"Alright," he replied, turning on his heel and disappearing into the camp.

Once he was out of sight, I scanned the area to ensure no one was watching me. Satisfied with my surroundings, I reached for a random shirt from the crate and used it to clean off the blood that stained my skin. The fabric rubbed against my wounds, causing a sharp pang of pain. The pain was mild so I just continued to wipe away the evidence of my injuries until my skin was clean.

The shirt soaked up the red liquid, leaving a dark stain behind.

As I examined my body, I noticed that the blood was still flowing from my wound at a slow, steady pace. It was a minor injury, but it still required attention. I returned the shirt to the crate and made my way over to where Mana was tending to herself.

"Can you give me some of that."

"Sure, sur—" she responded, her words trailing off as she abruptly halted.