For all his sarcasm, Snape had already stepped forward and crouched down to examine Sybill's injuries.
But his leisurely holiday had been rudely interrupted, and he was in a foul mood.
He also had no idea whether Shawn had noticed that he had been leafing through comics about Lily and himself when Shawn came in.
So he continued to lash out.
"Are you compassionate or just a psychopath? You all but beat Sybill to death, yet somehow she still has a breath left in her.
"Hmm? This curse... If not for this treasure, Sybill would already be dead."
As Snape spoke, his expression grew increasingly grave.
He stopped mocking Shawn and hurried to a cabinet. After rummaging through it, he pulled out a bottle of potion.
Returning, he pried Sybill's mouth open and roughly poured the potion down her throat, then stood and gave Shawn instructions.
"This can only suppress the curse for now, and the effects won't last long. Remember to use your magical energy to help Sybill resist that exceptionally powerful curse. I'm going to brew a potion."
With that, Snape went straight into the inner room and slammed the door shut.
Shawn glanced at the pale-faced Sybill. The black mist on her arm had temporarily stopped spreading toward her torso.
Somewhat reassured, he summoned a tall stool and sat beside her, finally finding a moment to think quietly.
First, he checked the results of his recent draws.
He had made twenty draws each at Level One and Level Two.
Aside from six "thank you for participating" results, he had received two talent points, two skill points, and two points of legendary value.
There were also some spells he already knew, which only added a little to his proficiency.
Only two new skills from the Level Two faith