Slowly, Renir's bones mended themselves. He didn't just lay down there and wait for his recovery. As soon as he could move his body, he helped his disfigured appearance as he tried to straighten his bones and fix his tendons.
Silent tears came flowing down from Renir's eyes from enduring the torturing pain. He remembered once when he cut his finger while he was cooking. Blood flowed down and he silently cried at that time as well.
It was a tiny wound, but he treated it well and felt the burning pain from time to time.
This time, he himself was fixing his own body to regenerate itself. It cannot put itself back together without external help.
Renir had to do it.
"Argh!" just like a jigsaw puzzle, he connects his bones, and with the final click, he grunted in pain as his face turned reddish.
However, the grand smile he had never faded.