Back when Fenrir dragged Greed out of the throne room.
"Arianne!" Eve rushed to her knight's side, gently picking her up.
Greed's hit had left Arianne's body just as broken as Eve's. However, due to their differences in experience, she managed to mitigate her injuries—albeit marginally compared to Eve—clinging to life by a fragile thread.
Without wasting any time, Eve fed her a potion—one Ultimate Recovery Potion, just in case.
Instantly, Arianne's body healed, leaving her battered and dented armor as the only remnant of the near-fatal injury she had suffered.
"Ugh... I can't... breathe..."
Arianne sat up and quickly unfastened her armor's clasp.
As soon as she did, the dented parts that had been constricting her body loosened... a few items bounced free, but no one was interested enough to care or watch.
"Ria and Nina?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
Eve frowned, shaking her head slowly. "I don't know. But I sent Navi to them, so they should be fine..."
