For the rest of the day, Hyren drifted in and out of sleep, vaguely cognisant of Anshu treating his wounds and the Ruki doctor having conversations with Blynn, who seemed to be less injured. At some point, when golden light shone through the room’s porthole, Hyren was awoken and given a bowl of rice porridge with peanuts and scallions. He gulped it down, surprised that he could move his arms without too much pain now. Once he was full, he lay back on his pillows and sleep came quickly again.
Hyren just let himself rest. Doing anything else hurt too much. Unfortunately, this also meant he was stuck with his own thoughts. More specifically, his own worries. There were countless dangers Terra and Pharazon could be in right now. He had saved her before, but that was when he was bigger and stronger. What if he couldn’t do it again this time?
He felt so powerless compared to whatever had taken them away. Especially since his search had gotten off to such a terrible start. Blynn seemed to think it was a good omen that they were still headed for the Meridell region, but all Hyren could get out of it was that he’d made a stupid mistake and it could very well set the tone for the rest of this rescue attempt. He had to call it an “attempt” now, because he was tired of deluding himself that it was failproof. The storm had shown him otherwise.
“Rise and shine, chief!” Blynn’s annoyingly perky voice cut through Hyren’s sleep.
He opened his eyes and got an eyeful of disco Zafara face. “Gah!” he shouted, and Blynn leaned back and giggled. “Don’t do that,” he grumbled, shooing her away. It took him a moment to register that he was in considerably less pain than he remembered.