Shelly positioned herself a little above Neville, opened the inventory, and took aim.
[Sorry about this, Host!]
She released the balloon.
SPLASH!
The balloon burst on impact with Neville's chest, sending 500ml of cold water cascading across his body. His shirt immediately became drenched, clinging to his frame.
Neville's body jolted at the sudden cold. His eyes flew open wider, though they remained unfocused.
"Wha—! Cold! Why—mmph!"
But more importantly, his skin began absorbing the moisture with desperate efficiency. The grayish tinge started to recede slightly, replaced by something closer to his normal pale complexion.
[It's working!] Shelly's voice carried a note of triumph mixed with continued anxiety. One balloon wasn't going to be enough—not even close.
She dropped the second balloon and repeated the process.
SPLASH!
