After pulling back the tent flap, the cold hit Adam's face like a slap. His body wasn't ready to move yet... but staying lying down was worse.
He had barely taken a few steps when a doctor stepped in his way.
"Young Master! What are you doing up? Your body is in very bad shape."
Adam raised his hand slightly, not to reassure him... but to stop him talking. The pain in his ribs throbbed with every breath. But it was easier to ignore it than to admit it.
"Don't worry. Where's Lucas?"
The doctor hesitated. That was the first thing Adam noticed.
"Lucas and the knights... they're in the temporary white tent."
Adam held her gaze for a few more seconds before walking past her, feeling the pain with every step.
As he moved forward with the rain echoing in his ears, he glanced sideways at Asterin in armor and an ancient dress made of old blue fabric underneath, floating nearby, and soon their eyes met.
Asterin crossed her arms and let out a small sigh.
