"Let's go" Seth's words sounded in Irene's ears, having the woman dumbly nod her head, not trusting herself to speak.
As Seth moved closer to her, Irene's eyes were drawn to his body, what had once been disfigured and broken was now in tiptop condition.
With the attack from the cannon, most of Seth's shirt had been ripped apart, and at this moment he was bare-chested.
The newly healed part of Seth's body revealed a clean skin and when Irene looked to the parts that were still covered in blood, she couldn't spot any fresh running blood.
Irene watched Seth walk up to her and releasing a breath, she loosened her tight body and let Seth place his arms under her back and knee and lift her.
The smell of iron and rust assaulted Irene's nose but this didn't bother her as she instead relaxed in Seth's hold, resting her head on his chest, not minding the blood that got smeared on her face and body.
