Layn took two entire days to recover the major part of his strenght. Even though all kinds of medicine was literally at his disposal, his body had no other choice but to take its time to slowly regain its usual strenght.
"Dang it!" Castor struck the stone wall with his bare hand. His forehead was full of sweat that slowly dripped down and fell on the source of his current, rare mood.
"How bad is it?" Layn asked, not even bothered to ask for the specific content of the letter that made Castor so agitated. Whatever the reason was for it, it didn't really matter for Layn. Given that he was currently in the man's custody, Castor's problems were essentially Layn's as well.
