Celestiel flinched, her brows squeezing together in pain as she watched the witcher's long, sharp nail dig into the flesh of her palm.
Crimson immediately stained her fingers and the witcher was quick to turn over her palm so her blood could drip into the brew.
The steam from the brew made the open wound hurt even more but she made no noise, eager to aid in any way she could.
Celestiel felt Sebastian shift beside her and she glanced up at him. He had a hard look on his face, his jaw, tight. His grip on her waist was firm and tense and the princess immediately could tell he wasn't enjoying this just as much as she wasn't.
"Perfect," Celestiel shifted her attention back to the witcher when she heard him mutter. Glancing down at the brew, she found in awe that the colour, which had previously been an ugly brown, had begun changing and settled into a light shade of green.
"Is that normal?," Ezra asked with a frown, his nose twitching slightly.