For the past week, Daemon had been training nonstop. Thanks to his strong healing ability, his body recovered faster than expected. Every day, he lifted weights, rebuilt muscle, and sparred with Nyxtriel until he was moving like himself again.
Now, the day of their departure had come. Samuel stood outside the cottage, seeing them off.
"I guess you're finally back on your feet," Samuel said. "Looks like this is goodbye."
"Yeah," Daemon nodded. "It was good meeting someone like you. If I'd met you earlier... maybe things would've gone differently."
"What do you mean?" Samuel asked.
Daemon just shook his head. Some things were better left unsaid. Samuel was the first person in a long time who treated him like a person, not a weapon or a threat.
Nyxtriel waved at the old man as she followed Daemon down the path.
As they walked through the thinning trees, Daemon glanced at her. "Still can't believe you got along with that cat. Or with Samuel."
