101 Winding Down

A couple of hours later during the late afternoon, Azhar woke up.

Old Thane had laid him on a bed of skins, his head upraised atop a sack stuffed with hay that functioned as a pillow so as to make sure blood flowed into his head properly.

Azhar groaned as he shifted himself up. He used his free hand to rub his head, his fingers splayed and pressing into his temple in a rudimentary massage. His movements were a little shaky, but not at all due to physical damage. Nor was it due to mana loss as Li had restored his mana too.

Azhar's expression was more surprised than tired.

After some time tending to the fields, Li was drinking a mug of cool water at the table with Old Thane when they heard and saw Azhar coming to.

Li put down his mug and said, "You look surprised. Surprised you're alive?"

"A little." Azhar tapped his head with his fingers.