Upon her mention of potions or magic he suddenly remembered that he did in fact carry a spare vial of the stuff with him. Noctis said with the current threat of a war, it would be safest to carry a Phoenix Down and Cura with him. He quickly slipped a hand into one of his back pockets. Of course he protested when Noctis mentioned carrying a vial of the stuff, it was stupid, but it seemed to come in use right now.
Taking out the vial, he threw it gently, evaporating into the bright sparks before it settled on the female. “It’s not got a lot of juice in it, but it should make ya feel a little better!”
╌╌ The rose haired female sighs, but not out of irritation, instead from relief. Able to look behind her shoulder she takes a brief look at the blond. “Good. I’ll take anything at this point.” With all the pain she was enduring, anything mattered as long as it helped. Another sigh.
A soothing wave washed over her, and he was right- it wasn’t enough to fully restore her heath, it did erase some of the pain though and her limbs weren’t as frail anymore. In a minute she was upright. “You know, I don’t think I ever got your name? Mine’s Serah.” Such an introduction was needed. She really was intent on repaying him after saving her life, doing such an action for another was more than gratitude to her. The girl proceeded to stretch her appendages a little, aware not to damage it further.