"Not wearing Magic Coat for a long time sure makes me feel uneasy."
While looking at his own hand, Kyle lets out a forced laugh over the situation he's in. He clearly is trying hard not make his discomfort obvious.
"You better you get used to it, you can't recover magic here. You'll die if you aren't careful."
"I know that, you already told us during the briefing."
I then hand him over a vial of my blood as we are just sitting facing each other in the truck.
"This is dragon blood. I altered it a bit so it doesn't extend your life too much drink it if you need to recover magic."
Though he accepts the vial I gave him, he doesn't seem too happy about it.
"Just a few hours ago, you were a giant dragon-demon hybrid monster, and now you're giving me something equal to a national treasure casually. Honestly, I don't know what can surprise me at this point."
