Vanessa watched Drake and the hooded figure closely before turning back to Alister who was slowly awakening. He groaned and sat up from the ground. His vision was still blurry and his brain pounded against his head. Once his vision cleared he stared at Vanessa feeling defeated and angry. “Vanessa—I” he was interrupted when she slapped him across the face. She pinched the bridge of her nose then turn to the hooded figure. 

“Who are you?” Vanessa said. she then noticed Drake’s wound and sigh. She dug through her pocket, her hand seeming to go deeper than it should, and pulled out a small vile with a silver color liquid.

“Here it should suppress the Phektox,” she said handed the hooded figure the small vile, “it’s made of Silver Wive from Tirnanog and enchanted with a spell that should cure any poison. Use it if you like I don’t care if you trust me or if the werebeast die.” 

she then turned back to Alister making him flinch. “Now you. What were you thinking? Not taking your medicine? What would happen if I wasn’t around? We don’t need another incident like last time,” Vanessa said. Alister didn’t have the strength to argue, nor did he wanted to. `

“Thank you, Vanessa…” Alister whispered. Despite the intense pain, Alister stood up and walked over to drake. Vanessa cautiously followed behind him with her weapons at the ready. She didn't trust the werebeast or the hooded figure and she didn't like that Alister does.

“…how you holding up old man,” Alister said with a smirk. He could already feel his body returning to normal and his wound was nearly closed. He intended on continuing the mission and he hoped that Drake wouldn't. 
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Vanessa felt a sharp pain in her stomach but it quickly subsided. She sensed that Alister was in danger but she also sensed that Vanessa was with him. Everything was wrong and she didn't know why. Forces beyond her vision are at work and she didn't like it. 

“So Iye. Got any fun story about Andrew,” Valeria asked trying to distract her self.