Jack walked out of his tent, stretching his arms with a grunt. "My ankle still hurts," He wiggled his leg, "I don't think it's broken, but it should recover,"
CLAP! Lydia smacked the back of his head, "Say that earlier!" She dragged him back to the tent, "We need you in top shape, I will cast a healing spell on you,"
"Let me go, it will fix itself," Jack growled.
"Right now, you're the only one who managed to match Arad when fighting the Medusa, without you, he might have lost," Lydia growled as she dragged him back into the tent.
Arad looked at them, and then turned back to Aella, "How are you feeling? Any remnants of the petrification?"
Aella shook her head, "No, I'm fine." She smiled, "But, My magic is flowing better than before."
"{Mother made you compress so much magic into the arrow you fired at Arad, that might have cleared your magic circuit,}" A woman's voice came out of Arad's chest.
