It was always nice to know that he wasn't the only one who downplayed injury. Of course, it could always be the truth - Aspel's armor looked sturdy and able to take a beating, unlike the light linen vest he had decided to wear for training. Every so often, he would try actual armor, but the heft of it slowed him down, and it left little room to move aside from clean cut arm movements. Since he relied upon his flexibility to put a pack behind his hit, the armor was more a hindrance than a help.
The first vial filled up and he stoppered it, placing it on the grass. He positioned the second vial beneath the cut. It would maybe provide a quarter of the vial from the way the ooze had slowed. He'd have to find another cut or make a new one.
He glanced at Aspel, who was focused on doing something to the Marlboro that Drake really never needed to see. The stench from the ooze was starting to get to him, but he took a deep breath regardless and concentrated, mouthing the words for mantra. Fortunately, mantra didn't require him to touch the person he was healing, so he could focus on healing anything superficial on Aspel while still collecting the vials of ooze.