"Are these… the same thing you gave me last night?" Arkai asked, eyeing the mountain of shimmering vials. The memory of that universe-rewriting potion was burned into his soul. The instant knit of bone, the sealing of a fatal tear, the taste of a second chance.
Cecilia regretfully shook her head. "No. These aren't as effective." Her tone was apologetic. "These can only heal to a certain degree. What I gave you last night was an instant, life-saving one, and these… I think it'll depend on the patient themselves whether this will help or not… And it'll perhaps only prioritize some injuries and not the other…"
More like a triage in a bottle. It would staunch a bleed, but it wouldn't perform a full-system reboot on a body that had already signed its resignation.
"I presume the one with instant effect is rarer compared to these?" Oathran inquired. He understood the economics of miracles. The truly world-altering ones never came cheap.
