Madha quickly began pounding the leaves with the pestle from the table, choosing to do it on the floor for better leverage.
Meanwhile, Gara used his water to slow the bleeding, carefully maintaining the molecular structure so it didn't mix with the blood.
He glanced at Madha, noticing how fast he worked—but something felt off. His hands didn't move quite as deftly as usual.
Is he injured? Gara wondered.
He decided to check after treating the squirrel.
It took less than five minutes for the herbs to be properly crushed, releasing a bright green sap. Madha scooped the pulp into a small bowl Gara had prepared.
Then, using his own water, Gara added just a few drops, enough to activate the herbal remedy.
Gara gently applied the paste to the wound. The squirrel flinched slightly this time, unlike earlier when the water alone dulled the pain.
