Xander quietly took the green potion from Sarick, clasping his scaly forearm as he was helped off the ground. Giving his hand a firm squeeze and solemnly nodding his head, Xander felt indebted to Sarick. He then immediately turned to Nerwen, thanking her (albeit tersely) for the healing of his wounds.
Situating his belongings, Xander reflected on the past battle; slightly groggy from the actions that had transpired, one thing was weighing heavily on his mind. Out of all the heroes on the quest, he felt he let down De'kra the most. Ashamed of his performance on the battle field, he secretly hoped it would not tarnish the shade's opinion of him. Xander was not one to make friends easily, but he would understand if De'kra lost trust in his abilities...