Then Ares awoke in the morning, he was still a little warm. His body was still quite pale in comparison to before, but he wasn't quite as bad as he was before. He was feeling some tingles within his body, and he didn't quite understand what they were until he realised… he just wanted to move.
"Stay down, you idiot King." Lana grumbled, but Ares continued to complain. She hissed and then frowned, remaining quiet for some time. "Bring Ares a staff." She finally relented to a guard outside. "Though you aren't leaving my sight."
"Yes, yes…" Ares chuckled and then stood up with a little effort and then he started to walk around the area, using the staff that he was given. He moved deliberately, slowly, each step taking some effort. He probably should stay resting, but… he felt guilty. He didn't know why, but as he thought about it, he realised that he had taken that along from the previous world.
