Taking the chance to rest for a little, Aestrea sat down on a nearby rock, his back straight despite the pain radiating from the deep gash across his stomach.
The wound was ugly, a long, zig-zagged cut from the guardian's greatsword that had torn through muscle and skin.
Blood continued to seep out steadily, soaking the front of his clothes. He knew it wouldn't heal on its own, so he had to take care of it the old-fashioned way.
Yennefer and Elleonora immediately moved closer, their faces filled with worry.
Yennefer's crimson eyes were wide with concern, while Elleonora's light blue eyes showed clear anxiety.
"Let us help you," Yennefer said quickly, her voice trembling slightly.
"You shouldn't have to do this yourself."
Aestrea shook his head.
"I'll handle it, don't worry about it..."
He started by tearing a long strip from the bottom of his outer cloak.
