Amare scrambled to feed him some potions, painstakingly ensuring that he consumed every single breath of the vaporized liquid.
Soon enough, his condition stabilized.
His body slowly started mending as the damage that he took against his opponent started fading away.
His charred skin slowly started returning to its original state.
His burned nerves slowly healed as healthier cells replaced the damaged cells bit by bit.
The many wounds, cuts, and bruises that he had accrued across his entire body slowly began healing with each passing second.
Amare heaved a sigh of relief as she watched his condition stabilize.
"…So reckless," she murmured under her breath as she rested his head on her lap, slowly brushing her hand across his face.
When it came to fighting others, she felt that he had completely lost his mind and acted in a manner that was so irrational that it overpowered the rest of the time when he generally acted rationally and logically in regards to non-Martial matters.
