In less than half an hour, a thin layer of black blood pooled in the pitted iron basin. The crimson color was completely gone, replaced by an inky, absolute blackness. Having lost so much blood, the child's complexion improved somewhat. The pale lips regained a hint of color, but despite this healthier look, there was still no sign of him waking up.
"Can you leave this blood with me for now? I need to consult with Sandrolia. The child is out of danger for the moment, but he still needs to take his medicine on time. Let me know the moment he wakes up."
The two showered me with endless gratitude, tugging at my clothes and insisting I stay for a meal. Unwilling to overstay my welcome in someone else's home and feeling entirely out of place, I declined. Carrying the basin of blood, I went off to find Sandrolia.
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