- Come in! Elian sat on the bed with his feet on the floor. Elbows rested on knees. Heavy breathing is an indicator of how difficult it is for him.

- I brought you food.

  He grimaced.

- It is unlikely that a piece will climb into the throat.

- It's broth and baked meat. Light food.

  The Slayer did not turn his head towards me, his painful state began to frighten, more than before. From the blood on the bandages, it is easy to understand that the wounds have not healed. It will probably take longer than we thought.

- You eat for now, and I will bring a...