"Get some sleep or whatever you have to do so you can heal me," Gayron said, leaning against the large rock that served as a natural wall to the summit peak. "I can't think clearly with this pain."
I nodded, sinking to the ground. I touched my spatial ring, withdrawing a blanket. It was the softest I'd found in a store, yet it felt coarse and rough against my ravaged flesh. Ignoring the sting, I spread it across the ground and curled up, my tail wrapped around me tightly. Despite my exhaustion, the pain made drifting off impossible.
I glanced at Gayron, making sure he wasn't looking before soul casting a healing spell. It wasn't much, barely third-circle, yet it soothed the sting of the burns and cuts. My chest rose and fell for what felt like my first breath since the attack, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
