Bryan entered carrying a magnificent large goblet.
"But before you take the girl away from me, I have only one request, Lann... Let her drink the water in that cup."
Geralt suddenly jumped up.
"Are you going back on your word, my lady? That's the Water of Brok Leon, if a girl drinks it, she becomes a tree spirit, and if a man drinks it, he will die!"
Aisne didn't spare a glance for the other two demon hunters, her silver eyes fixed steadily on Lann.
"Just this one request, Lann. You've been dealing with Bryan for a few days, you know well that this water won't disrupt a person's logic or thinking, nor will it alter their character. Even someone like Bryan can retain their memories from when they were human. It merely gives girls a new beautiful skin, agile muscles, and an affinity for the forest."
Aisne's eyes met Lann's, showing an emotion rarely seen in silver eyes—determination.
For a supernatural being that has coexisted with Brokilon, this emotion was indeed rare.
