"What should we do? It's almost been an hour since he fainted," Ryan asked, his voice edged with worry as he stared at Akhil.
They had placed him on top of a makeshift stone bed.
His breaths were shallow; almost every second that went by, his skin grew paler.
Aria sat by the side of the makeshift bed, staring down at him. She woke up about thirty minutes after he had completely healed her, and she woke up finding the crowd of orcs around Akhil. Ryan told her everything that had happened.
He explained to her how he had no idea how he gained the ability to heal them and how they had no idea what had happened to him, and after all that, he tried urging her to rest, since her condition was still dire.
Her skin was pale, her body still weak. While her injury had completely healed, she was obviously still very weak from the loss of blood.
But how could she listen to him? Despite how weak she was—she couldn't let herself rest, not while he was still that way.
