"Here, this should numb the pain." Albedo says softly, carefully handing you a potion he quickly made from a few herbs for you. Coming to him wounded wasn't something Albedo expected.

It was the dead of the night, and you just barged into his lab with wounds all over your body. Albedo had patched up most of your other wounds, but some of them were bruises, which unfortunately he couldn't patch up. He knew how to make herbal remedies, however. He stared at you in anger and worry as you quickly drank it down, the pain subsiding.

"Now, do you want to tell me what you got yourself into again? I've never seen you so ..." He trails off, his eyes drifting your bloodied sword and dirtied vision that hung from your clothes "Hilichurls, again?"