Approaching the bedside, Mielle noted the weary but determined gaze in Father Jerad's eyes. "Greetings, Father Jerad. I heard of the ailment troubling the residents here. How can I be of assistance?"
Father Jerad, despite his weakened state, managed a warm smile. "Ah, you've come. The Blessia Flowers you collected have proven invaluable. I've processed them into a potent liquid. But the task remains to administer it to the residents. Would you be willing to help?"
"Of course," Mielle responded, a sense of duty woven into her porcelain features. "What should I do?"
Father Jerad explained, "Take this vial containing the Blessia flower's nectar. It holds remarkable healing properties. Walk among the residents in the quarantined area and offer it to each one. But remember, many are anxious. Your comforting words may ease their worries."
Taking the vial, Mielle nodded. "Consider it done, Father Jerad."
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