Tariq pressed his hand slightly to the side of the wound, pouring Light into the flesh. The poison was thinned, though not entirely dispersed, and the flesh purged the rot some. What was left behind still looked sickly but the wyvern let out a soft cry of relief. The pain was, for now, being kept at bay. This time when Tariq’s fingers closed around the thorn the wyvern did not protest. The Light was calming it, almost putting into a daze.

- Extra Chapters: Peregrine I