"Okay. Good." Mateo smiled contentedly. He obediently let Clara help him sit on the bed, allowing her to fetch water and clean his body, tending to his wounds.
"Does it still hurt?" Clara carefully wiped the wounds, concerned about the dangers he might have faced on the journey.
"Mateo, what about the valley? Did everything go smoothly?"
"We encountered a lot of things. Besides us, there were other tribes going to the valley. We almost ran into the wolf tribe and were attacked by a few winged, hairless creatures..." Mateo intended to capture more of Clara's attention, but seeing her frightened expression, he immediately shut up. Changing the topic, he continued with enthusiasm, "Although it was dangerous, we had swords in hand. We avoided the wolf tribe, and the big monsters."
