Well, you win some, you lose some, apparently. Artemis scowled internally--he didn't have a problem giving Noah one, he'd at least been polite. But Homura... well so far, the only impression Artemis had of the man was the hissy-fit he threw after Ed didn't make the sword he wanted. Who did this guy think he was? God?

"Of course," Artemis replied with a smile, "You both fought as part of the rescue effort, you deserve a share of the spoils." The boy uncapped another bottle and handed it to Gabranth. "See how much of that you can wring from that rag into the bottle. I have a feeling it will be more useful that way." He knelt down under the monster as Homura lifted it, quickly moving a bottle under the wound. It certainly was a good thing that Artemis was ambidextrous--the bottle filled much quicker than he had anticipated. Once one bottle was full, it was easy to hold an empty one one steady under the wound while setting the full one down.

As Artemis had predicted, the job was much easier with help. The wound was merely dripping while filling the fifth bottle. "Okay," Artemis said, kneeling by the bottles and capping them quickly. "You can let it down now."

Sighing slightly, the boy stood up with two bottles in hand. He held out one to each man, "This is a very potent serum. A small sip will do for most wounds, I'd estimate. Abarai-san merely licked his fingers and his wounds were completely healed."

So he lost two bottles. At least he'd gained three.