Chapter 811

Ryan smiled and said, "Why so serious? It's not like this is goodbye forever! Didn't Freya tell you that moneywort can help with sprains?" Sherry thought for a moment before saying, "Yeah, that's right! Should I go get some?" He nodded, looking grateful. "I'll leave it to you! Just be careful in the rain—don't slip!" As she reached for her shirt, he added, "Don't put it on. If it gets wet, we'll just have to dry it. Just go out as you are. When you get back, dry off and put it on quickly." So, Sherry dashed out into the rain without her shirt or even her skirt. Ten minutes later, she returned with two bunches of moneywort. Following Freya's instructions, she made juice from the first bunch and crushed the second into a pulp for external use. Just as Sherry was about to apply the poultice to Ryan's injury, she realized something. "Your arm is bent. If I put this on without setting it, will your arm stay that way forever?" The image of his arm deformed was ghastly, and the idea of