Aquila's Special

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of orange and purple as the cool embrace of night began to settle over the forest.

Damien sat near the campfire, the flames crackling softly as shadows danced across his face. He glanced at Keith and Narna, still lying unconscious on the ground. Their breathing was steady, but neither had shown any signs of waking up despite his earlier attempts.

The only changes he'd noticed came came from Narna's hand. When he'd rescued her, she was missing one but since her previous waking up that caused Aquila to slap her back to sleep, he'd noticed her hand regenerating.

At first he'd thought he was hallucinating but now that it almost resembled a teenager's, he knew it couldn't be a hallucination. He moved closer and touched her arm to find a slimy green liquid all over it. "A potential healing potion, huh?"