David watched Liam push himself out of bed, the concern of the match was clear on his face.
"You should be resting," David said.
Liam, adjusting the tubes feeding mana-infused water into his body, shook his head. "If what you told me is true," he said, voice still hoarse, "then I should be fine even if I cut myself up." His tone held a strange certainty, David could tell that he was not just talking about the healing properties of the mana infused water.
David stepped forward, frowning. "My Lord, what are you doing?"
"Training," Liam replied simply. He stretched his arms wide, testing the recovery of torn muscles now restored.
The sensation was alien to him, he felt whole, yet at the same time, he was not.
The body was not used to recovery of this level, or of this speed.
And so was the mind.
When a man stabs his own hand, the body tells the brain to stop, but the brain does not have the ability to simply the the soul to stop.
