The tree spirit pushed open the door and entered, her green eyes full of concern.
Her branches gently swayed, holding a cup with a faintly fragrant warm liquid.
"Elm bark extract, it can relieve mental fatigue."
Ailan handed the cup to Ron, her voice gentle.
Ron took the cup and sipped a little, the warm liquid slipping down his throat, bringing a gradually rising warmth in his abdomen.
"Thank you, Ailan." He nodded slightly, "I was just pondering some issues."
Ailan stood quietly to the side, her branches gently swaying as if hesitating about something.
Eventually, she spoke:
"Master, since arriving in the Central Lands, you've been overexerting yourself almost every day. Also, I've noticed your list of goals is getting longer and longer..."
Ron looked at Ailan with slight surprise.
He had always thought he concealed it well, not expecting even Ailan to notice his excessive fatigue.
"The tree spirit's perception is much more acute than you imagine."
