The first thing he did was place all four Crest berries into his mouth at once. Their skins split beneath his teeth, releasing a faintly bitter sweetness that dissolved quickly on his tongue.
Within moments a gentle warmth began to move through his body, spreading from his chest outward along his limbs.
The torn flesh across his back tightened, not painfully, but with a steady knitting sensation that told him the damage was being addressed at a deeper level than the leaves he had chewed earlier.
Those leaves had dulled pain and slowed the bleeding; these berries worked with greater precision. Taking four together was excessive for minor injuries, but his wound had been far from minor, and he could feel the difference almost immediately.
He did not allow himself to linger in the sensation.
