Midas's gaze softened, and he knelt down beside Boreas, examining his unconscious form. "I'm no healer, but I may have some knowledge to aid in their recovery," he offered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Let's find a safer spot first, away from the lingering threats of this forest."

Together, they carefully moved Boreas and Neres to a nearby clearing, where the moon's gentle light cast a serene glow. Midas began rummaging through his bag, pulling out various herbs and bandages. Mori watched as he expertly prepared a mixture, his movements swift and precise.

"You seem to know your way around healing," Mori commented, her eyes focused on Midas's skilled hands.

Midas shrugged, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "I've picked up a few things along the way. Life can be quite unpredictable, and it pays to be prepared. Besides, I've always been drawn to the arts of both battle and mending."

Midas had already made up his mind about keeping the information about him being from a different world a secret. He did not know how he would be treated or what the repercussions would be, were he to reveal his origins.

As Midas tended to their wounds, Mori took a moment to observe him. There was an air of mystery surrounding him, an enigmatic quality that intrigued her. She couldn't help but wonder who he truly was and how he had acquired such incredible power.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Mori finally voiced her thoughts. "Forgive me if this sounds impolite, but you possess a level of strength that surpasses most. Are you... someone of great significance? Perhaps a renowned warrior or a leader of a distinguished faction?"

Midas chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the clearing. "I appreciate the flattery, but I'm far from being a renowned figure. Just a traveler, seeking his own path in this world. Names and titles matter little to me."

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Mori nodded; her gaze thoughtful. "Well, you've certainly made an impression on me. To arrive in the nick of time and dispatch that Shadow Reaver so effortlessly... it's truly remarkable."

Finishing the makeshift treatments, Midas sat back, surveying his work with a satisfied expression. "It was necessary. No one should face such horrors alone. We're all in this together, after all."

As Mori absorbed Midas's words, she felt comforted by his demeanor. With Boreas and Neres now receiving the care they needed, she turned her attention back to Midas.

"I suppose we owe you our gratitude," Mori said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You saved us, and for that, I'm grateful. But there's still much we need to understand. How did you come to be in this area? And why were you drawn to this particular battle?"

Midas's expression turned guarded, a flicker of something unrecognizable flashing in his eyes. "Those are questions that may take time to answer. For now, let's focus on your companions' recovery.”

Mori nodded, understanding the need to prioritize their immediate concerns. She glanced at Boreas and Neres, their still forms lying peacefully in the moonlit clearing. "You're right. Their well-being comes first."

With a newfound sense of purpose, Mori assisted Midas in tending to their companions. Together, they applied the herbal mixtures and bandages with care, doing their best to alleviate the pain and promote healing. As they worked side by side, a camaraderie began to form between them, born out of shared experiences and a mutual respect for each other's abilities.

As the night wore on, the forest around them grew quieter, the remnants of battle fading into the background. Mori found herself opening up to Midas, sharing stories of her training as a hunter, the challenges she had faced, and the dreams she harbored for the future. In turn, Midas spoke of his own journey, though he carefully skirted around the details that could reveal his true origins.

Hours passed, and a peaceful silence settled over the clearing. Boreas stirred, groaning softly as consciousness began to return to him. Mori and Midas turned their attention to him, relieved to see signs of life. Boreas's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Mori's.

"You're awake," Mori said, her voice filled with both relief and concern. "How do you feel?"

Boreas managed a weak smile. "Like I've been trampled by a herd of stampeding Drakes, but I'll survive.”

His gaze then landed on Midas and the veteran hunter sat up a little straighter. “And who would you be, young man?”