Tibaut sat in the bed turned away from Elizabeth under his sheets.

"Don't act like that, this is for your own good."

"Shut up, my shoulder is killing me!" He shouted.

"Oh."

She quickly moved her hand over to his shoulder and healed it with a golden glow.

"You really did break it." He commented as the pain went away.

Elizabeth flicked her hand as he mentioned it.

"Now that you say that, my knuckles do feel like they have been fractured."

("What the hell is she doing to get that strong.")

After breathing in and taking a moment to appreciate how lovely it felt not being injured he turned to her.

"So how'd you convince them to heal me?" He asked.

"I was quite lucky that lord of theirs was overthinking the situation."

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It was technically the next day but the sun hadn't shown its face. Around the mansion seemed busy but Elizabeth had no idea why.

"I wonder if something is happening. It wouldn't look too good if I sat here and did nothing."

She got out of the chair she was sitting in and walked over to the front door. On her way, she saw Tina who had fallen asleep on the couch but saw no reason to wake her up.

"You're not going to catch up to me if a spar with him is enough to drain you."

She went to her room and picked up a blanket. She placed it over Tina before leaving.

*This part was excluded from her explanation.

After leaving to the outside, she was greeted by Avis. She pushed up her glasses.

"I see you're still awake. That's more than I can say for our previous guards."

"That seems a bit insensitive considering they're dead." She responded unamused.

An awkward silence hung over them as Avis realized her words could be misconstrued like that.

"No, I-I didn't mean it like that. They just slept a lot. I suppose that was disrespectful on my part."

Elizabeth's eyes shot open and she raised her hands in an attempt to show there was no offence taken.

"Oh no, I misjudged you and took your words to mean the worst thing they possibly could, the fault is mine."

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"No, no, they sacrificed our lives protecting us, I shouldn't have even considered bad-mouthing them." She sounded substantially more dejected than when she started this… conversation?

Elizabeth started feeling bad and even placed her hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"It's okay, really, I'm sure they would be laughing about it from the grave, we aren't the types to be thin-skinned about something like this."

As Elizabeth remembered what happened she buried her face in her hands.

*This was also excluded from her explanation.

"Sorry to get side-tracked, what were you telling me about?"

"Oh, right. Although his condition isn't serious it appears that red headed underling of yours was badly injured. After what we just talked about this doesn't feel tact to discuss but the lord wants you to make a decision. He'll inform you about what the choices are. Please follow me."

She promptly turned around and started walking.

("He really does take me for granted, doesn't he? I'm sure he did a suicidal manoeuvre that has left him nearly dead. I hope they don't make taking him back too much of a bother. Well, as long as it doesn't look bad on the outside, it shouldn't be too hard to convince them my healing can work on him.")

She followed her across the Manor until they reached the building he was being kept in.

"Oh, you're here," Albus said as he spotted the two walking over. Judging by the smells of disinfectant, Elizabeth assumed this was some sort of infirmary. Though compared to the ones she had seen it seemed quite quaint in size but she was glad they knew to keep the place clean.

There Tibaut laid on a bed, peacefully sleeping like a fairytale princess.

"He looks to be doing well." She commented, somewhat relieved. From how Avis had worded it earlier she was expecting him in a far worse state.

"Check his other hand," Albus commented.

She walked closer to the redheaded princess and saw the problem.

"Dear Gabriel!" she couldn't help but exclaim.

She cleared her throat before turning back to Albus.

"Well, it's certainly bold of you to not wrap his injured hand."

"Well, there was something I wanted to discuss before that."

She hadn't noticed her earlier but that maid that followed him around was lying down on a bed next to him.

"What are you doing, just cut his hand off!"

Elizabeth looked at her in curiosity.

("Well I suppose, it is natural to think that. How am I going to convince them not to do so?") She wondered.

"Like I said Grace, we have potions," Albus told her.

Grace was adamant.

"Master, I don't want to imply you're wrong but I've seen the limit of them. It won't be enough to heal his hand!"

"Grace, what were these potions you were using exactly?" Albus asked.

"Well, I used to help out one of my friends with their adventuring career the parish over and the things weren't all that useful. She got a large gash in her leg once and when we treated her it took five of the things to stop her bleeding."

"Did you know that there are different levels of potions?" Albus simply stated.

"..."

She couldn't respond. The statement made sense to her but that experience had clouded her judgment on the effectiveness. As she was feeling guilty over wanting to hastily remove his arm, Albus continued.

("That's right. It's been a while since I've heard someone mention the level of potion. Most people just say they're either weak or strong, but in actuality, there are four levels of potions. Though I'm not sure how accurate that is. If I recall adventurers get issued level 4 potions every month but Mr. Bentley's supply has been dry for some time now. I heard the regional guilds get access to level 3s and 2s but considering he can't even hand us level 4s, I don't he would have those either.")

"But, it's not like we have enough potions here to treat him. We used most of them trying to treat the adventurers that bravely defended us so we're a bit low. I only have two level 2s to spare and I already used one."

("Are you telling me his hand looked even worse than it did now?")

Although she was shocked by this she did well to hide her reaction.

Grace turned to look at his hand.

"Amazing, there's less flesh showing than before." She was genuinely amazed at the difference between the potion she saw compared to the one used on Tibaut.

"You say that, but it'd still take over ten of them if you want it usable again or maybe five if he was okay never punching again."