Andrey groaned, his body aching from the impact. His back had slammed against something hard—rock, maybe, or condensed shadow and the pain radiated up his spine like fire. His glasses were askew, one lens cracked, and his vision blurred.
"Andrey! Hey are you okay?!" Sein's voice was sharp with worry. She was kneeling beside him, her hands hovering over his chest, her face pale in the dim light.
Andrey winced, trying to sit up. His muscles protested. "It's been a while... since my back hurt this much..."
Sein stared at him for a moment, then let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "You idiot." But her voice was soft, relieved.
She reached down to her belt pouch and pulled out a small healing potion. She uncorked it with her teeth and held it to his lips.
"Drink. Slowly."
Andrey obeyed, the bitter liquid sliding down his throat. Warmth spread through his chest, dulling the ache in his back. He let out a slow breath and pushed himself upright.
