Evelise bolted toward the workbench, dropping her pouch of herbs with a soft thump.
A new message appeared the moment she touched the table.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE!]
[New Task Acquired!]
[Task 1: The Herbalist's Touch]
[Objective: Let Evelise craft medicine and heal your wounds.]
Sid squinted at the text.
"Okay, first of all— I am fine. Second, this clearly says let Evelise craft, which means I should probably stay the hell out of her way."
Evelise didn't even look up. She was already spreading herbs over the table, separating leaves, stems, and roots with quick, practiced movements. There were no tools — just her hands. Her focus was razor sharp, her expression calm and precise.
Sid leaned on the counter, watching in silence. There was something strangely peaceful about it. The way she ground the herbs between her palms, mixing them with water from a cup, forming small patches of green paste— it was like watching a forgotten art.
