Once Aeron reached the village, his vision faded, and he collapsed.
...
After some time, he found himself in a bed. A lady with a short figure, brown hair, white skin, and brown eyes stood nearby. She looked at him briefly and then stepped back without saying a word.
A man of average height with black hair and brown eyes stepped forward, looking directly at Aeron.
"You're awake? Melissa, fetch some water from the well," he said, his tone steady.
The woman silently nodded and left the room.
When the woman left the room, the man sat beside Aeron.
"That beautiful lady was my wife..." the man said, his tone warm but steady.
After a brief pause, he added, "My name is Arthur Hale."
Suddenly, a small child came running into the room and hugged Arthur tightly.
"Papa, I came back!" the child shouted with pure innocence, his voice echoing through the modest room.
The boy looked much like his father, but with soft brown hair that matched the woman who had just left. Arthur chuckled lightly, placing a hand on the child's head.
Aeron spoke, his tone steadier now, though tinged with the warmth of gratitude.
"How long can I stay?"
He clearly knew he was being a burden to them and felt an overwhelming urge to sleep.
"Until that thigh of yours is healed," Arthur replied plainly.
Aeron hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I sleep?"
Arthur gave him an understanding look and nodded silently.
With that, Aeron laid back, closed his eyes, and let the exhaustion take over, slipping into a deep sleep.