The doctor fusses over him a moment longer before stepping aside with a relieved smile. "Alright then, we'll have someone bring you something to eat so you can gain your strength back. In the meantime, please rest."
I clamber unsteadily to my feet, careful of my injuries - this time successfully brushing away the fussy nurse that objects yet again - and walk to his bedside. "Roland, are you...alright?"
He sighs and reaches to place a hand over mine. His lips curl up in a small smirk, a sparkle of affection in his eyes. "You're not rid of me yet, kid. Don't think you'll be free any time soon."
I grip his hand tightly, frowning. "...Don't joke around. We were in a hopeless situation before Zane showed up."
My mentor scoffs, but his expression turns serious. "...You're right. That could've ended badly without our new friend's intervention. Who'd've thought that warlord would be a rescuer...?"
My lips quirk. "Lucas, apparently."
