Zidane had, as usual, been extremely stupid. He'd injured himself badly fighting a dragon, wasting most of the potions to be healed.

"You could have been killed," Dagger fumed, casting her last heal spell.

"Sorry... Are there any potions left though?"

Dagger glared at him.

"Why?"

He held up his finger. There was a tiny cut.

"You could always kiss it better instead..."

Dagger then grinned.

"I have a healing rod."

Zidane paled.

"That's not a healing rod!"

"I'll make me feel better!" She cackled, raising the rod to strike.

Zidane, for once, did something extremely smart. He ran.