Heavy Shadow (Part 1)

"How do you feel today?" Sinmara was Salaark's second in command and Lith's assigned babysitter whenever his family was otherwise occupied.

The relationship between the two was still strained after the War of the Griffons but the prolonged cohabitation and her tender care were slowly smoothing things over. Lith could hold a grudge for a very long time but being ungrateful was out of the question.

"Better."  He flexed his arms and fingers before performing a few basic exercises with War. "My arms are back at 100%. The amputation had no long-lasting effect whatsoever."

"Then why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" Sinmara frowned at his dejected tone.

"Because I can still feel it. I can still feel Jormun's and Phloria's blood dripping on my right hand. I hoped that one trauma would have canceled the other or at least that after losing my arm, my brain would understand that it has no fault." Lith replied.