Nana approached Todd, her steps cautious as she moved closer to where he lay on the ground, still recovering from his brutal encounter with Erebos.
The remnants of the battle were evident in his reopened wounds, with blood seeping through the hastily applied bandages.
The green pill he had swallowed was working its magic, slowly knitting the flesh back together, but the process was evidently painful.
She sat down beside him, shoulders tight with worn-down worry. Looking at Todd, she asked, "So how are you holding up?
You aren't going to go and die on me like everyone else has in my life, are you?"
Todd, despite his obvious discomfort, managed a slight groan and a weak smile. "Of course not, kid.
I'm just more frustrated than in pain at this point," he reassured her, forcing some steadiness into his voice.
Nana looked up at the open sky as if the blue could hold one piece of comfort. She nodded slowly, her voice soft yet resolute, "Yeah, me too, buddy. Me too."
