Orlin looked at Xena's body up and down with a fixed gaze, she was tracing her best friend. She would never be able to imagine now how painful her best friend was at that time, the suffering she got from the hatred of others who are now gone forever leaving the world. "Still sick, Na?" She asked, still worried.
Xena who was now eating greedily being fed by Vrans immediately nodded, she agreed to Orlin's question. "It hurts so much! Look at my cheek, this wound will certainly leave an imprint on my face, making me ugly." She answered in a very unenthusiastic tone as if she was too lazy to talk about this. "Surely, surely Vrans will be looking for a much prettier replacement than me after this." She continued while looking at Vrans, she wished that the man was still by her side.