Ssarak took the potion and eyed it for a few moments. He knew he was hurt, but so too were many others, many worse than himself. He couldn't help but to think that someone else would need it, although potions were less effective than magic healing. Still, looking at Meirin he could tell that she was worried about his health. "I suppose I will drink half of it and save the rest for anyone else who requires it." He said, uncorking the bottle and quickly downing half of its contents. 

Once he stored away the remainder of the potion in his satchel, he noticed how shaken up Meirin seemed. Few people could go through such a harrowing experience and emerge without any mental scars. So many had been hurt or wounded during the attack; the bodies of defenseless students still littered the halls. How many of their friends were among the bodies? How many would not recover from their wounds? Understandably, Ssarak was filled with a mix of fear, anxiety, and anger towards the demons. For Meirin, however, there seemed to be something else in her eyes. It reminded Ssarak of himself whenever he thought back on the destruction of his village. Stepping in front of her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention and looked her in the eyes. Despite the chaos they had been through, he kept his expression calm and resolute. He did not bother to ask her if she was alright, because if his instincts were correct, then he knew she wasn't. Instead, he said what he thought would help him the most were he in her position. "For here, and now, we stopped them. The demons are not taking the college today, and we have a chance to make ourselves better, stronger, so it never happens in the future."