"The wounds were not closed yet but we have to move. Are you sure, you'll be okay with this? And that you will never regret making this decision?" Dylan intensely looked at Yudriel's pale face. The bleeding has almost stopped, and Elisha's potion had pacified the poison on the wound. What's left now was to somehow make the wound close to avoid infection when they move out.
Yudriel closed his eyes while nodding. His hand gripped the nearest one he could grab. It was a small hand but the hold on him was firm. It gave him a little bit of courage.
Tssss!
