Good question. He didn't have an answer for that, but he felt in his chest, like it was burning, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a health potion, held it out to her.
"I'm fine," she said. "Save it."
"I have three."
"Then save three."
He kept holding it out. She kept not taking it; the dust drifted between them in the dim blue-grey light. Elizabeth's pink hair was coated in a fine layer of pale grit, and a shallow cut ran along her jaw where a piece of debris must have caught her. Her cat ears were flattened, twitching every few seconds at sounds he couldn't hear.
"Liam."
"Hm."
"I said I'm fine."
"Okay." He didn't lower the potion.
Elizabeth exhaled through her nose. Hard. She snatched the potion, uncorked it, drank half, and shoved it back into his hand. "Are you happy?"
He looked at the half-empty bottle. Looked at her HP bar. 79%. Better. Not full, but better. He put the potion away.
"Yes," he said.
