Omega spent most of that day and the following night nurturing me back to health. He kept a steady flow of energy coming my way and even helped guide it toward my ailing core. I didn't know how he did it, but his energy never felt hostile to me.
When I was finally able to move, Omega let out a sigh of relief. "I never thought you'd make it," he admitted with a genuine smile. "Take the rest of the day off," he said. "We'll begin your new training in the morning."
"Can I at least meditate?" I asked.
"I expect you to," Omega said. "Your core is still weak. Nurture it. Do what you did before to strengthen your core if you can afford it. Just don't overdo it. I won't be able to save you a second time."
"Did you find him?" I asked.
Omega raised an eyebrow. "You're alive, aren't you?" he asked back.
