"Stand still. Your wounds haven't healed yet; what are you planning to do?" Rowan hurriedly pulled back Owen, who was eager to go out.
Owen gently removed the Omegina's hand: "It's almost healed, just small wounds. I won't let you go hungry; I'll be back very quickly."
"Then take me with you. I'll hunt; you just need to stand aside."
Owen thought Rowan just wanted to cling to him, so he patiently advised: "Be good, wait here for me to come back. It's very cold outside; you'll catch a cold easily if you go out. Leave the hunting to me; it's very dangerous for you to follow."
"I know how to hunt. Don't coax me like a child; I'm not joking." Rowan disliked the way Owen always treated him like a guardian; his tone was extremely serious and firm.
Seeing this, Owen still did not compromise. regarding the principle issue of the Omegina's safety, he would not yield.
He had taken a risk once, and that very time made him feel the agony of losing the Omegina.
