"Eric, come on, use that brilliant brain of yours and think of something. I know you always have some unorthodox trick to solve any problem."
"You make me sound like a heretical Wizard."
Eric took a stomach-soothing potion from his coat and handed it to Helia.
"See, I was right. You really are a Wizard. Too bad I didn't bring a Bishop or someone along."
The moment Helia finished speaking, Eric snatched the potion back.
"I think it's better if you just stay in pain. It'll give your tongue a rest and save more people from getting hurt by it."
"Oh, come on, I was just joking with you. I'll shut up, I'll shut up, alright?"
Helia said, covering her mouth with her hands.
Eric handed the potion back to her.
"Don't drink too much, just one sip—"
Before Eric could finish, Helia had already drunk the entire potion. She let out a burp and handed the empty bottle back to Eric.
"How do you feel?" Eric shook the bottle. Not a drop left.
