When Ellio collapsed, Henin stepped forward to heal him. The small octopus’s touch drained the poison from his body, soothing the ache that had wracked him for so long. One by one, the scratches and wounds from Kerry’s attacks closed, leaving his skin whole again.
Under the shade of the Mineva Tree, Henin had fashioned a small, cozy hut for his guests to rest. Inside, Ellio lay atop a soft bed, finally surrendering to sleep, his chest rising and falling with calm, steady breaths. Xorran sat nearby, vigilant and protective, his gaze never leaving the human as he watched over him through the quiet night.
Now that the truth is revealed, about the reason why Kerry's behavior made a huge turn, Xorran feels guilty for accusing Ellio for something he never did and would never do.
He felt extr
