“I still think this is somewhat unwise.”
Oisin ignored Bel’s hovering worry as he poured the last of his latest potion into a little bottle. He set it on the table, not bothering with a stopper. He’d be drinking it quite shortly. That task done, he finally turned and addressed Bel. “It’s absolutely necessary. I can’t make potions for you. The only thing I can do for you if you’re injured or ill is to give you my blood. So I need a blood restorer that’s better and more effective than simply eating liver. It’s just not practical to heal you by putting me in bed for days on end. Anyway, it’s gone just fine so far, and I expect we’ll only have to do this a few more times to get it right.”
“You know I can’t keep from worrying about you.”
“I know.” Oisin smiled. “Nevertheless, I am going to i
