Lira couldn't help but feel impressed as she walked beside Rian through the Storm Clan's hallways.
The doctor had been clear: Rian's hands were in far better shape than expected.
The recent burns from sparring with Varn were superficial, and his recovery from internal damage was near-miraculous.
Though minor injuries remained, the improvement was undeniable, leaving her puzzled.
She couldn't stop wondering if Rian was hiding some special ability he didn't want to share.
'What's he keeping secret?' she thought, stealing a sideways glance.
Rian strolled with his bandaged hands stuffed in the pockets of his new black tunic with red stripes, his posture relaxed, like he didn't have a care in the world.
He was chatting with a young medic organizing jars in the medical area, his tone light and almost playful as he answered a question about enduring the ointment.
"Stings a bit, but no big deal," Charles said, shrugging. "I've had worse."
