Chapter 41: A Thief Needs To Get Punished

Leeora rarely lost her composure, but this time, she was truly angry. 

She returned home in a hurry to get one of the remaining elixirs she had in hand. Though they weren't as rare as the potion made by the Head of the Witches, they were still a product of her effort, a precious medicine made of carefully nurtured herbs she processed with her powers. She had given many of them to Erlos and Ember, and she also gave one to the wife of the herbalist yesterday, so she only had three remaining bottles in her chest. 

Leeora took one bottle with a sigh before heading back to the other house. In her unconscious condition, Leeora somehow fed Ember the elixir she made, hoping it would somehow ease the obvious pain this  weak human was feeling. After that, the High Elder tended to her wounds.

After treating her wounds, Ember's body was once again covered in bandages from below the head. Her neck, her arms, her hands, legs, ankle…