Tris could understand Coeus's attitude. As the head of the family, he naturally had to offer something when there was a chance to free his family members from the torment of their curse.
But wasn't a mere verbal promise a little underwhelming?
Tris grumbled inwardly but showed none of it on his face. He nodded. "Since I'm already here, I certainly won't stand by and do nothing. How about this..."
He looked at Coeus's younger sister, who also seemed to be in the worst condition of anyone present. "I'll first help this lady ease the pain of her curse. How does that sound?"
"You can do that?" the man beside her asked with a frown.
They looked as though they belonged to different generations, yet the man stayed close to his wife, clearly devoted to her.
"If you don't believe me, I'll start with someone else. It makes no difference to me who goes first." Tris spread his hands, looking utterly unconcerned.
He did not know who the man was, nor did he care.
You're asking me for help with that fucking attitude? Who do you think you are?
Just wait. Once I've shown you what I can do, you'll learn how you're supposed to behave when you ask someone for help.
"Let him try." Unexpectedly, it was Professor McGonagall who spoke. "Tris has always been a levelheaded boy. He would never make such a claim lightly if he wasn't confident."
"Since Professor McGonagall says so..." The husband glanced at her and finally nodded.
"Someone cast a spell first and put her to sleep for a while," Tris said, pointing at the prematurely aged woman.
"Why?" her husband asked again.
"Because the treatment might be a little painful," Tris said seriously.
Unlike Nagini's blood curse, whose red threads surrounded her