Albus rushed forward to support Blanche, carefully checking her injuries. His eyes were filled with concern.

"Don't talk. Let me treat your wounds first."

He pulled out a small vial and tipped two pills into his palm that gave off a fragrant aroma and shimmered with spiritual energy. He fed one to his sister and crushed the other, sprinkling it over her most serious wounds.

The pills were remarkably effective. Blanche felt warmth spreading through her body as her condition stabilized, and he