What exactly... were these words he was hearing? There was something about not giving up... something he'd heard once before, and only once. They were wonderful, horrible, sad... sad words. They clearly had a negative impact on the young man, who trembled through what parts of his body he was capable of feeling. There was nothing he could do, though. He didn't have it in him to push further. He was very much content to remain there on the ground until he passed away, at this point.

It seemed Seriri didn't agree. A cooling liquid made contact with the lad, and it felt more refreshing than anything he'd experienced in literal years. This sensation lasted for a few minutes, only feeling better as time passed. His fingers twitched at some point, and he realized... he could feel them differently. More importantly than that, his wrists could be moved. This strange woman had done something to repair his tendons? Impossible. And yet, it had been done... he could move again, if only slightly due to the lack of nourishment. What was her angle, though? Did she intend to see him tortured and maimed all over again? Probably. There wasn't any point to being happy about the sudden healing he received.