"Will this work?" Arthur asked, a tinge of nervousness laced in his voice as he offered the Redroot to the priest.
Bowman was actually surprised, as he said, "Whoever gave you this, made sure to only select the fresh ones. All ten of them are well picked and still a few days old."
Arthur exhaled a sigh of relief before asking, "Is there anything I can do? Anything?"
Bowman rested his hand on the younger one's shoulder and told him, "Just rest now, son. You have done a lot already."
Arthur didn't respond to that and just faintly nodded.
Bowman moved to the bedroom where Kevin had arranged all the things he asked for—water, a stone grinder, a boiler, and other things.
Bowman folded his sleeves and started brewing the remedy that would help the Baron recover.
Meanwhile, Arthur and Kevin stood at the doorstep. Standing at the height of shoulder to shoulder, Kevin softly said, "Sorry about earlier...I wasn't thinking rationally."
