Logan lay half-reclined in the cushioned chair near his own personal resting room within the castle.
From where he was laying, he saw the afternoon light spilling in through curtains of red colored silk. The glow from the sun warmed his room slightly, just enough to make him sleepy, as his body remained stubbornly heavy.
He could still feel the pain in his chest which indicated that his mana core was still frayed.
He felt how it pulsing irregularly, and though Kryst who stuck to him like glue kept him steady. He felt that every second though he was getting better with his slime healing him, Kryst was his second-best healer beside Lisa and he was thankful for her dedication.
With her around he actually had to force himself not to use magic, something hard to do since he was used to using it almost without thinking now. His dark tendrils were great for picking up normal day things instead of having to pick them up normally for example.
