"Should you be out of bed? Your face looks terribly pale to me."
"I feel fine," Maxixe told her. "I've been waiting around for what feels like forever for you to return to me."
Already he was shirtless and just stood patiently leaning against the bed frame with his arms folded across his chest.
Maxixe really was healing rapidly now that he was no longer poisoning himself.
He stared at her thoughtfully, as if pondering the right way to approach Kaoma to sort out their differences.
This dry spell between them had gone on for far too longer than was necessary and he didn't look at all angry, just perplexed.
