Watching as Father leaves, I think to myself, I should have at least gotten some days to rest. I mean, sleeping for so long might be why he wants to get me back to being active so quickly.
Though Mother being pregnant had just faded from my memory, and I am excited to see my little brother eventually. It's reassuring to know they will be safe in the capital.
Cliff, still drenched in sweat, walks over to me, drenched in sweat and bruises, and embraces me in a hug, asking if I'm okay.
I reply with, "Yes, sir, just getting my nose destroyed by your disgusting smell. When was the last time you showered?" I say jokingly as he lightly hits me on the head.
"Did you just wake up today from your coma?"
"Yes, honestly, about 5 or 6 hours ago now, I believe. As soon as I woke up, really, everything began moving at a fast pace, and Father gave me a late birthday gift: a sword."
"Though, to be honest, I never really thought about using a sword too much."
