Lua got up early the next morning. The pain in his right arm was relentless and refused to cease aching, much to his dismay. With some struggle, he managed to get out of bed.
He was allowed to sleep in an empty cabin by Algot, much to his glee. Lua had grown tired of sleeping in uncomfortable terrain, all the while keeping his guard up during the night. It was a welcome change for once.
We need to find a solution for my arm… Lua said, his voice uncertain. He was clearly disturbed by what had become of him.
'I have a few ideas. Do you know how to program?' Sol replied, also bringing up a word that Lua was unfamiliar with.
It does ring a bell, but I'm not sure from where. Lua could feel what it was, but he couldn't put it to words. He somehow knew what it was, but could not tell what it meant.
