Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5583506-20191024202512

Kashya struggled to uncork the vial as her hands were constantly trembling. Was she truly safe? Her father was dead, she kept telling herself. None of it was real, yet she had felt every grab as if it had been.

She wished that she wouldn't have to resort to this particular potion, but there was no other way. Though it had tremendous healing properties it came at a severe expense. To sustain the intake of oxygen and to fully close the wounds, the body had to compensate by stealing priorities from other functioning organs. It wasn't as much a potion as it was a poison.

Yet nevertheless she drank the contents, rolling flat over on her back in the snow as the wounds began to close.