Massages Are Bad

"Good riddance," Vyan let out an exaggerated sigh once he got Izac settled in a royal carriage, bound for the capital's central medical facility.

"You don't think he will ever walk again, do you?" Clyde murmured beside him, eyeing Izac's completely busted leg from the pack of howling monsters Vyan had so thoughtfully introduced him to.

"Considering how quick he is to pounce at girls, I sincerely hope not," Vyan replied, deadpan.

"And I hope his mother never finds out who was responsible for this," Clyde muttered, casting a wary glance at Vyan.

Vyan yawned theatrically and patted Clyde's shoulder. "I am retiring to bed now. I'm absolutely knackered."

"Yes, yes, get some sleep. Tomorrow is another thrilling day," Clyde said, nodding.

Vyan was about to turn away when he paused. "Hey, by the way, are you okay?"

"Huh? Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Clyde shot him a wide grin.