"Get up, wake up."
Rowan tried to call Owen again, not expecting him to actually wake up.
Only then did Owen pretend he had just awakened, opening his eyes, not daring to look directly at the Omegina sleeping beside him.
"You passed out last night; how do you feel now?" Rowan slowly helped him sit up, leaning against the side of the bird's nest.
Owen seriously assessed himself for a moment, feeling as if he were falling apart, his whole body aching, but he still tried to act strong in front of the Omegina: "I'm fine. Are you injured?"
"I'm fine. On the contrary, it's you; why didn't you say you couldn't hold on anymore? I can fight too; don't always treat me like I'm helpless." Rowan said while checking Owen's wounds.
Seeing that a few small wounds on Owen's body had scabbed over, he felt reassured: "Where is this? It must be the nest of some wild beast, right?"
Owen looked around and replied: "It's a two-headed bird; only they have such large gray-white feathers."
