"Grandpa Zeta!?" Ailord rushed closer. "You need to rest! Your wound is still fresh!"
But the old man shook his head. "No, if I keep lying here, who will save Therlina? I must go there and save her, even if it costs my life."
"Zeta, you are the only family and your condition isn't good for going to save her. First, she will lose you; second, you will only be a hindrance. I'm sorry, but that's the reality," replied Harrington.
"No, I still have to go there. I won't let them touch Therlina even a little!" he growled, causing his stitches to hurt slightly, making him wince in pain.
The chief stood in front, watching him with a firm gaze. "Zeta, rest. If you really want to help, you must rest until you are healed so that when we return with Therlina, she can smile at your face, not your corpse."
The old man gritted his teeth.
