Carrick's POV
Carrick was in the living room, conversing with Ruby's father, while Ruby's mother stood in the bedroom with Ruby, checking on her and trying to make up for all the times she'd ignored her.
"These wounds don’t look good," she said, sobbing quietly. "You shouldn’t have gone to the woods at all."
Ruby rolled her eyes gently. "I shouldn’t have. I know that already. There’s no use crying over spilt milk. Will you give me the cure?"
"Of course, I’ll give you the cure. I know the type of feral rogues that use this kind of silver. But I’ll only give it to you on one condition," her mother said as she crouched beside her, just like Carrick had done.
"I don’t think this is the time for conditions. Your daughter is dying. Just give me the cure already," Ruby said, her eyes heavy a
