Namila stared unblinkingly at the small beast skin pouch in Ola's hand, "No need, what talk of repaying between us? Just help heal me with the powder from the Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves."
Ola laughed softly and nodded, "That is what I meant by repaying."
With that, she carefully pinched out some pale green powder and sprinkled it on Namila's back.
Namila felt the fiery pain on her back vanish instantly, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief.
At that moment, Ola and the Orcs behind her watched Namila's healing wound with a strange smile, as it visibly mended at a rapid pace.
Until finally, only a faint scar was left.
Namila climbed out from the rather uncomfortable grass nest, eyeing the rough spot with disdain.
She turned to Ola, who had already stepped aside, unable to hide the joy in her eyes, "Thank you, Ola. If it weren't for you, who knows when my wound would have healed."
