Luna pulled back just enough to look at his face, her silver eyes scanning every cut and bruise with the kind of focus that made his chest tighten.
Her spatial ring flashed as she pulled out a small container of food, something that looked like it had been prepared recently.
"When did you–"
"Eat." She broke off a piece and brought it to his lips, her hand steady despite the tremor he could see in her fingers.
Damian opened his mouth and let her feed him, the taste barely registering as he watched her move.
Luna uncorked a healing potion and brought it to his lips next without asking.
"Drink it."
He drank, the bitter liquid washing down his throat as his wounds responded to the fresh dose of healing energy.
She pulled out another potion, this one glowing faintly green, and poured some onto her palm before her fingers worked gently at his face, wiping away blood and grime with careful strokes.
