Adelheid accepted the painkiller in one hand, staring at it with something almost like disgust on his face. To think that he'd been so wounded that he needed something like that! He was a weak failure, and he deserved the pain he got. To not accept it was shameful, weak, and disgraceful. Yet he had to; otherwise he'd be in agony. So he swallowed the thing dry, grimacing as he did so.

After that, Adelheid slowly nodded in acknowledgment to what Edward was saying. The medicine had a bitter taste, and even the slightest moment sent searing pain through his body; even still Adelheid knew what had to be done. That was why he gritted his teeth and let his crimson eyes slide shut; it was going to be painful enough without watching the damage unveiled for everyone in the room to see.