In another location,
Isaac lay back against the rubble, Alice still in his arms. He patted her back gently.
"Alice, go to the Cradle and rest."
She tensed. "Isaac—"
"Rest," he said softly but firmly. "You've been healing nonstop and using attack skills too. Even with your regeneration and potions, it still puts strain on your body."
"I can still help. I can fight," she insisted.
He shook his head.
"Alice. The Red Rain will last a full day. Monster hordes will keep coming for an entire day. We need to pace ourselves if we want to survive," he said, meeting her eyes.
She pulled back slightly, looking conflicted.
"If you push yourself too hard now," he continued, "you won't be able to do much when you're really needed."
Alice thought about his words.
Then, slowly, she nodded.
"…Alright," she said quietly.
She understood that Isaac was right.
The two of them moved toward the corpse of the Crimson Sky Wyrm, where the others had gathered.
