Lucius was breathless, sitting on a chair outside the training room, groaning as he looked at his swollen fist.
His knuckles were red, skin torn in places, and the dull throb ran all the way up his arm like someone was hammering nails into his bones.
The last collision had nearly broken his arm.
Even if his bones weren't shattered, they still hurt like hell.
He flexed his fingers slightly and winced.
"Hey, take a deep breath."
Vanessa crouched in front of him, her long hair falling over her shoulders as she carefully wrapped gauze around his hand.
The sting of antiseptic filled his nostrils, he was barely tolerating it.
Lucius hissed under his breath but didn't pull away.
What really nagged at him wasn't the pain — it was the question scratching at his mind.
"Why aren't you using a potion?" he asked, genuinely curious.
For all her wealth, connections, and flashy tools, it would've been so easy for her to just pull out a vial and end his suffering.
