Contrary to when he entered the dungeon, this time Aron didn't feel like puking when he exited the portal. But still, his stomach felt queasy and his throat was parched.
He carried Alissa past the guards and towards the bus stop. Aron didn't need to hand the guards his Adventurer ID, since they had seen him and Alissa enter the dungeon three days back.
Aron felt extremely fortunate when the bus came a few minutes after he arrived at the bus stop. If he had exited from the dungeon just a few moments later, he would have missed the bus.
As he entered the bus, several people gave him awkward stares. Aron thought they were staring at him because of his handsome face, but his thoughts turned out to be wrong, when one of the ladies behind him reached out to him and pointed at his back.
Aron looked at his back. During the fight with the Medusa, he was so focused on saving Alissa, that he didn't tend his own injuries. Claw marks traced down from the back of his neck to the bottom of his spine. Luckily, the leather armor Alissa had given him before entering the dungeon had helped save him from the brunt of the attack. All he could feel was a stinging pain. The pain you felt when you got a paper cut. Aron shrugged it off, since he believed it would heal in a few days.
Instead, he worried for Alissa. He was now deeper in debt to her. He carried her to the back of the bus and laid her down on the seat. Then, he sat down beside her, making sure she wouldn't fall.
Aron had decided to take Alissa to his house, since he didn't know her address and didn't want to leave her alone at her home. He also wanted to be at ease knowing she was safe and sound.