Elena pulled her hand back, her body swaying. Caelir caught her quickly. "How are you?" he asked with concern.
"I'm fine, just tired." Elena leaned against him and shook her head, looking at the guard who was weak but conscious again.
Ares walked over silently and pressed an unopened nutrition fluid into her hands.
"Restore your strength."
His words were brief as he caught sight of her sweat-dampened temples, then averted his gaze.
He hadn't expected this female he once considered spoiled and troublesome would step forward without hesitation at a time like this, using her own power to save an ordinary soldier.
Caelir held Elena close, watching her drink the nutrition fluid.
Elena could actually provide mental comfort to a beastman this heavily contaminated. Was this
