"Rimel, how are you holding up?"
For the plan I'm about to explain, knowing the answer to this question is critical. We only have two shots left; if our healer is in no condition to keep up with me, I'm going to have to figure something else out.
"I'm fine, Max! What do you need me to do?"
My eyes welled up, and even though a few teardrops desperately wanted to slide down my cheeks and join Elenora's tears, I forced them right back inside. My long-term memory is taking the wheel right now; I'm watching the version of Rimel from the very first days we met.
How much she has changed, what a confident woman she has turned into. A journey through Hell that began as a timid, terrified little girl who felt like a burden has evolved to the point where she can remain stone-cold while two of her party members are tearing each other to shreds.
"Do not let our guys' HP drop below ninety percent under any circumstances. Just tunnel vision on that; I'll take care of the rest!"
