Asra's Revenge
Asra gingerly touched the wound on her leg, feeling some of it scabbing. Most of the charred flesh had disappeared, and the wound no longer seeped fluids.
She glanced up and noticed Dark, the assassin skeleton, standing in the corner of the room. It had made it to them and stood silently, watching them both, though Hegatha ignored the small skeleton and completed the healing session, pulling her hand back with a grunt.
“Geh, that’s enough.” Hegatha said, and got up to go outside.
Asra sat up from the table and followed Sweeper out after her, watching as Hegatha walked back and forward on the island, checking the edges of it for something—presumably searching for more ‘food’ washed up from the storm.
Yet, Asra’s eyes were soon drawn across the water, looking for any signs of Jay, expecting him to appear. It was still overcast with clouds, and the fog was returning but she waited in the doorway, not risking a sunburn.