As the skill kept wearing away at his senses, Asher thought about how amazing Kanna was when it came to recovery. His mind flipped the pages of the book back to after the fight with Archeron, the first boss they had fought. Asher had carried Kanna to the nearest sign of civilization, and was helped by a random player. They both carried her to a room in an inn. Asher remembered how long he waited.. How painful it was to see Kanna's life in grave danger. She was active, and the hastening of blood flow was dangerous to a newly amputated arm without bandages. There was also the threat of it being infected, and the fact that Kanna would obtain a fatal disease. Asher remembered the pain he had long ago, as well as the happiness and relief of the sight of Kanna's recovery...
The teary-eyed, black armoured swordsman carried the unconscious vermillion warrior to the small town, almost at his mental breaking point. He yelled for help and pleaded with players passing by him. Suddenly, a random man helped Asher carry Kanna to the nearest inn. Fortunately, it wasn't far, but Asher was still nearly going over the edge. His closest friend was close to dying, with her friend nearly breaking down and being useless. Thoughts and images of Kanna's body deteriorating and breaking down into pixels ran through Asher's mind as he and the stranger laid Kanna down on the bed. The stranger tried to comfort and calm down Asher as he cried. After a while, Asher, exhausted from the battle and his panic, began to slip away from consciousness, and the black-armored warrior blended into the darkness of sleep. However, an occasional image of Asher's worst fear haunted him in his sleep. Then, it became black once again.
The stranger had left the two, both sleeping surprisingly peacefully. He paid the fee to obtain a room in the inn, and went out the door.