It was only one and a half months after Rumant started to recover from the body aches. Seeing him smile would get me choked up and I, subconsciously, began spoiling him even more.
To the point that Rumant had to reprimand me about that, of all people, to be reprimanded by Rumant for spoiling him too much. That threw me off almost completely so I calmed down.
Just slightly though.
Once they deemed him strong enough to go on a mission, the missions poured in. We were packed. Every night, there was another mission. Fortunately, it was not as bad as the previous one and the toxins are not as much.
The easiest for Yale to turn into is a bow and that was what I used. The others heard about what happened and were incredibly nice enough to give us back up if we needed it.
By the sixth mission after what happened, Yale and I finally found our rhythm again. We could work faster and were even in more coordination than before.
