Lind awoke to the smell of blood and antiseptic. The former was not unusual given the lives of cultivators but the latter told him pills and elixirs were exhausted.
He also only knew of 1 woman proficient in their use even as an Immortal.
He glanced to his left and found a mostly white divider separating him from the rest of a tent. He saw a head of dark hair sleeping on his left arm calmly but firmly holding on to him.
He was unworthy.
He had tried to push all of it away and she had to smack him around, literally, to wake him up from his tantrum. Maybe he was overdue since he did not really have any as a child.
"Mom…" He only spoke a single word but her vibrant green eyes snapped open instantly to look up at him. She smiled wide and hugged him tightly.
It took some time to let him speak but she fussed over him as she told him Lina was recovering nicely. She was in far better shape than him.
The limb must have healed her somehow.
