“That’s the only thing we can do for now.” Irina sat down next to Curtis. Leaning against him, she said, “If the village isn’t too bad, let’s settle down there.”

Curtis neither agreed nor disagreed. He held up her arm and saw that scabs had formed on the four bloody wounds and had turned into a blackish-red color.

“It’s not completely healed.” A hint of frustration was heard in Curtis’s voice as he flicked out his tongue to graze the bloody scabs.

“My injury is quite minor.” Irina then looked at Damien’s waist, only to see that the scabs had fallen off, leaving only a pink scar.

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