Chapter 112

Ismena noticed that his breathing was still uneven and his eyes were still closed. Physically, he does not look like there's anything wrong, but something felt wrong to her.

"Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.

He did not say anything for a few seconds, which intensified what she felt. She rose from the cushions of his arm and looked at him carefully.

"Is it the poisoned wounds?" Her eyes went to his pant-covered leg.

"Yes," he admitted, "The two bullet wounds are trying to heal themselves, but they are deep, infected wounds which makes it hard." A pause, "With every attempt at skin rejuvenation, it hurts. Badly."

"Oh, my God. Does it mean it's not gonna heal?" The realization that he was in pain filled her with sadness.

For the first time since he stepped into the woods, he smelled the river several miles away from them. His enhanced senses are returning, and his eyes have become clearer too.

"It will. Just slower and more painful than usual." He replied at last in a calm voice,