Chapter 832: Home I
The first place the warriors reached after leaving the battlefield was the place the healers had set camp.
Even on the way there, the Virelops refused to leave them alone. The little creatures continued following the scent of blood, darting through the snow and attempting to attack anyone who looked injured enough to be an easy target. They were persistent. Annoyingly persistent. More than once, a warrior had to turn around and kill one before continuing forward.
By the time they finally reached the medical camp, almost everyone was exhausted enough to collapse.
Lysander had just finished wrapping Sam's leg and had barely stepped away from the tent he had been in when Brynhild reached him. She threw her arms around him and he wasted no time, immediately wrapping his arms around her. He exhaled deeply against her hair.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Brynhild smiled against his chest. "Me too. I'm glad you are okay."
