RETH
A few days after Elreth's arrival, Reth lay in the furs while his family slept, testing his body for pain and weakness, flexing and resisting. The pain was almost gone, though his chest still felt tight at times, but Aymora had said that would likely be true of anyone who'd been resuscitated as he had—a great deal of bruising and two cracked ribs. They were healing quickly, though not as quickly as they would have in the past.
His blood was thin, Aymora said, and continued to feed him rich meats, fish, and vegetables to replenish it. He'd been tempted to tell her not to fuss, but then remembered her warning and instead submitted, weak and shaky, to the herbs and intentionally eating everything she put in front of him.
The day before he'd finally felt as if he could walk through the cave without being cautious. No more sparkling lights at the edge of his vision. No more breathlessness if he moved too quickly.
