The half-elf archer, Leiah, was the one who led the treatment. She used the herb combination she always had and gave some to her teammates.
"Thank you," the big man said as he wiped the blood on his face. As the attacker, he was quite heavily injured.
The female black-haired assassin just thanked her. "Keep it for later," she said. "I'm not too injured anyway." She gave a look at Frago's back. "We don't know what can still happen."
The two women had solemn expressions on their faces, silently guarding the heavily injured men in their team.
Durgan just patted his long beard and smiled. "Honestly, after this, I think I really will retire. I'm getting too old for this."
His three teammates turned and looked at him with pitiable looks on their faces.
"We will kill enemies better so you'd feel less of a meat shield!" Marcus said, tactless as always. Nona slapped the back of his head.
"Ow!"
