Guilt? Affection?
With his standard tactic, it was quite easy to kill three dozen monsters in the underground sewers.
Most of them were not accustomed to bright lights, which was something Liam had made use of quite easily.
They were already on their way back outside when he felt something warm around his right hand.
Felicia had appeared on his right side. Her entire focus was on his hand which she gently held with her own. She smeared something on his hand, precisely at the spots that had been burned severely.
Felicia was guilt-ridden because it had been her fault. Everything had been her fault. If not for her asking to look for her parents, the others would have never been poisoned, and Liam would have never received such severe burns.