Damien returned to his room after the fight. For god's sake, he didn't destroy his room in the children's play.
He saw a healing potion on the top of the table. He chuckled and walked towards it.
'That idiot brother of mine,' he shook his head.
He took the potion in his hand. It had a flowery smell to it. Like saffron or something.
"Weird," he shook the bottle and uncorked it before gulping down it wholly. He felt rejuvenating. The potion was pleasant in taste unlike the other one Daeron had given first.
And it didn't hurt like mother fucker at all.
He watched as the potion took its effects. His mouth felt good and the small cut on his hand healed pretty quickly. He felt his stamina growing back like it never depleted at all.
After fully healed, he decided to take a bath as he was looking like a mine worker who was holed down for a number of days. The dust hanging on him was that much.