"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile, but they were not convinced, not when they saw my situation.
We began our journey again. I couldn't eat anything, not even meat or rice. I wasn't doing it on purpose but it was causing them to worry so much that they lost their own appetite.
It wasn't all that bad. At least, I wasn't losing weight. And we later found out that I could eat fruits without throwing them up.
So, while I rested under the tent they erected with the blanket to keep the sun out, they went out to get as many fruits as they could.
Different varieties, just in case I got sick and tired of one type and that happened often.
Before we knew it, we had been on the road for three days with no single beastman in sight or tribe to stop at.
We couldn't pick up the pace and moved steadily for my own comfort and gradually, my stomach seemed to settle.
And then on the fourth day, I woke up from a hazy nap to find myself alone under a tent.
