Fortunately, the horse wasn't dead, so getting it back using his special eye wasn't too difficult.
Once they had rested enough and eaten a small meal that Luke bought from the system, they resumed their journey.
Dalia was now more careful with how she sat, making sure not to touch his injured hand. She was, evidently, feeling guilty for what had happened.
Luke could only chuckle as he noticed how often she kept glancing at his wound.
"If you are really guilty, then how about you do something for me and make this journey a little more interesting?"
Dalia blinked in surprise. "What do you want me to do?"
Luke shrugged. "Maybe tell me a little about your life or your past experiences?"
He was genuinely bored just riding the horse. He couldn't even flirt with Dalia since, for now, he was keeping a modest distance from her.
