Ari's POV

The traveller lay sprawling on the old stone floor, with his gasp, but still alive. The dark veins of his arms had now turned to a softer grey, and his skin was not on fire anymore. I brushed my sweat with my forehead and drew a deep breath.

"It worked," I whispered.

Harriet crouched beside me with an agape gaze. "Mommy... you saved him."

"I tried," I said softly. "But he fought for his life too."

Harriet pressed the wrist of the man the same way that I had demonstrated to her. "His pulse is slow but steady. That's good, right?"

A small smile touched my lips. "Very...