"Iris—" Suddenly, Xavier's words faded as he heard the witch doctor's inner thoughts.
A faint frown creased his forehead as he glanced at her.
'Wait for me outside. We'll talk later,' he communicated to the witch doctor through their mental connection before refocusing on Iris.
"Iris, do you want to stay here?" He asked, meeting her gloomy gaze. "Eric will be in this state for the time being. And I can't tell when he'll wake up..."
Her hand clenched into a fist upon hearing Xavier's words. She couldn't help but voice the pressing question on her mind, "Will his flesh heal? I mean... He won't look like this forever, right?"
He slightly shook his head, "I need to speak with the doctor about that. Iris, do you want to wait here or join Justin and Niles in the living room?"
Xavier needed a private conversation with the doctor regarding Eric's condition and her earlier thoughts.
