Ayrie sensed he wasn't exaggerating, she could tell he was in an excruciating amount of pain. She pulled the cork from the bottle and held it over his chest, watching the liquid slowly pour over him the runes glowing through it. She felt the power of the liquid, knowing it was infused with light magic didn't make her feel any better.

She heard his screams almost before he made a sound, and all she could think was [i]'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...'[/i] as she continued to pour the bottle out over him.