Without hesitation, I grabbed the child and pulled her up to the top.
Instead of giving her a healing potion, I bit into my finger, letting my blood flow into her mouth.
Her fingers returned to normal, and she didn't look malnourished anymore.
My blood really was like a special elixir.
I backed off, and alongside Clementine, we waited until the child woke up.
And just five minutes later, the child finally opened her eyes as tears began to flow.
"Hick..."
"WAAAAH!"
"Mhm."
I patted Clementine on the shoulder.
"How would you like to deal with this one?"
"I... I'd rather not."
But seeing my persistent smile, Clementine simply groaned and stepped up, calming the child down with her singing.
When all seemed well and the child could communicate, I decided to step in and ask a few questions.
"Hey there... I know you might not want to talk about it, but when did all of this happen?"
The child flinched, then lowered her head.
"Yesterday... My mom told me to go hide, but I..."
