Xavier let out a grunt. Zera looked at him and raised an apprehensive brow.
"How are your wounds?"
Xavier chuckled as he applied new bandages to the areas that needed them. He was still a little sore, but it was better than yesterday.
The last time he remembered getting badly bitten like that was when he started fighting for the old man. He could come home either a victor or a corpse. But victory didn't come without a price.
"I can survive, Zera. Don't worry; I won't be doing anything stupid now."
Zera snorted. She put on a smaller backpack on Xavier's insistence that he take the larger one. It should be good for a week's worth of supplies.
If it took more than that, Zera would have to rely on whatever miracle worked for them from the start. She just hoped it would take less than a week to find the hideout.
