Ethan heard Draven's words and swiftly turned to face them. He patted down his clothes and retrieved a small bottle from his pocket. Inside was a white liquid that had a slightly grayish color. "I have a potion that can stop the pain," Ethan explained urgently. "Although it won't cure it, it will numb the pain and make it's scar less visible when it heals. You can drink it." His gaze fell upon the raw flesh on Rhea's cheek, his heart sank as he observed the wound. The flesh appeared inflamed and tender, causing him to feel a surge of sympathy towards her.
Draven gently lifted Rhea's chin to examine the deep cut, his expression turning into a worried frown. "Wounds caused by these swords take a long time to heal. Even if they do heal, they will leave behind a red scar," Draven commented with a grave tone. For some reason, the more he looked at the wound, the more enraged he felt and the more he wished he'd completely ruined Oriana's face.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!