On the four-meter long bed, a figure resembling both a moose and a human lay on the pile of straw, emitting a strange odor from his body. After all, he hadn't bathed for several days, mixed with the scent of herbs and wounds.
"You... you're Hexia, right." The 'person' on the bed opened his deer-like eyes and saw the girl standing next to him, speaking weakly.
"Yes." The girl answered briefly, her gaze sweeping over him, observing the general condition.
Herbs still smeared on the wounds, some of which had crusted over, but some were festering, swollen in parts, not looking too good.
"Thank you for saving me." When he said this, he wanted to raise one hand, his thick fingers seemed as if they could wrap around Tilan's entire waist.
However, the hand only raised halfway before weakly falling back down.
"Sorry, I can only say thank you."
"No worries, just rest well and heal." Tilan reassured him.
