[ Yamato doesn't catch the injury on Camu's arm just yet, but he does manage to catch his question in the middle of trying to catch his breath. ]
Yeah. I'm drinking it.
[ He's not sure what this will entail, and a part of him's incredibly nervous to do so, but he takes the bottle out from his satchel and removes the cork. He takes a moment to collect himself, inhales deeply...and chugs the potion down in seconds. He will not listen to any protests Camu might make.
He looks pleasantly surprised at the taste, peeks in the bottle to see if there's any more of it left, but alas. Immediately afterwards, though, his hand rests over his chest. His eyes go wide. Then, he glances over at Camu. ]
...You're injured. [ Yamato quickly surveys him, and he spots the cut on Camu's forearm. ] You know...I think I can fix that.
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Yeah. I'm drinking it.
[ He's not sure what this will entail, and a part of him's incredibly nervous to do so, but he takes the bottle out from his satchel and removes the cork. He takes a moment to collect himself, inhales deeply...and chugs the potion down in seconds. He will not listen to any protests Camu might make.
He looks pleasantly surprised at the taste, peeks in the bottle to see if there's any more of it left, but alas. Immediately afterwards, though, his hand rests over his chest. His eyes go wide. Then, he glances over at Camu. ]
...You're injured. [ Yamato quickly surveys him, and he spots the cut on Camu's forearm. ] You know...I think I can fix that.