Liora looked at Exalia with her mouth half open, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"You were... damn, a wagon ran you over," she said, her voice choked with shock and relief.
Exalia tilted her head slightly, her expression as steady as tempered steel.
"Is this the time to make jokes about my condition?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I almost died here, give me a break."
"Give me a break!" Liora approached her, touching Exalia's arm gently, almost reverently, as if testing whether it was real. "Damn, since when do you heal so fast? This was supposed to be screwed up."
Kael, still feeling the pressure in his head, rubbed his temples and leaned against a fallen rock. "Why does this all feel like a joke?" he wondered.
"I'm healed now, Kael healed me," Exalia murmured, glancing at him over her shoulder. "I told you that, remember? He's strong."
Liora looked from one to the other, then finally dropped to her knees on the grass, exhausted but smiling.
