"Yes".
At least Heela is honest about it.
I smile when the man raises a thick eyebrow resting above his brown eyes.
'You're awake'?
The old mans voice doesn't sound surprised in my head.
His gaze is a patient one.
'Sleep is the cousin of death, every step I take is kin to my last breath'.
He looks between Heela and I.
She shrugs, and gives him a small smile.
"You have a strong mind".
'Been through some shit'.
The old man nods, and lets out a grunt.
With a flash of white, a red elixir is in his hand.
Heela furrows her eyebrows, apparently she wasn't expecting this, neither am I.
The old man comes to the side of the bed, and gently places the elixir in my mouth.
The red liquid hits my stomach, and with another flash a bag of dried rations is in his hand.
He feeds me slowly under Heelas penetrating gaze.
"How long have you been fed on"?
