Chapter 31: Actually... what is your name?
"Looks like you brought back a whole pharmacy," Layra said, raising a brow as she eyed the bulging bags both men carried.
"Quite literally," Adam muttered, glancing at Sareth, who only sighed heavily, as if the exhaustion had just now settled in.
Before they could say more, two familiar faces emerged from the crowd: the young man and woman who had helped treat Adam earlier.
"Give us the bags," the guy said without preamble. "We’ll move everything to the medical rooms, register it, and handle the logistics."
The girl looked at the stuffed backpacks and sighed with obvious relief.
"Thanks to you," she said softly. "We were almost out of medicine. What you brought is a lifesaver."
Hearing their words, Adam and Sareth exchanged a short, knowing glance. Without a word, they obediently shrugged off their heavy backpacks and handed them over.
The girl looked at the bandage on the old man’s shoulder and frowned with concern.
"You need that treated too. Come with us, it won’t take long."
"I’m fine," the old man growled, grimacing. "I’ve survived worse than you’ve had hot dinners."
A vein popped on her neck at his words, but she bit her tongue and inhaled slowly. When she spoke again, her tone was soft but firm.