Ignotus sighed.
"…Come in, Mary."
The door opened, and there she was, Mary, bursting in all disheveled and sweaty, holding a small crate full of vials, her white hat tilted sideways like she'd sprinted through the halls.
Her face practically shouted, "Did I make it in time?!"
Ignotus opened his mouth to answer, only to then cough up blood.
That seemed to be enough of a "yes."
"LORD Ignotus?!"
She shrieked, rushing forward in panic.
He quickly waved her off, still half choking.
"I'm—I'm fine."
She ignored him and pulled out a vial filled with glowing green liquid, trying to force it into his hand.
Frowning a little, he gently pushed it back toward her.
"I said I'm fine."
"You're obviously not."
Ignotus grunted, forcing himself upright and back into his lotus position.
"This is normal."
"It's not—!"
He cut her off with a gesture towards the floor beside him.
"Put them there."
Mary hesitated but obeyed, carefully setting her crate of potions down beside him.
