It’s early evening. Mum’s just woken up, completely panicked, as the first thing she sees is Bethamous leaning over dad.
“Who is that? What’s he doing to him?” she gasps, standing on unsteady legs and stumbling over to them. She pushes Bethamous out of the way, takes one look at dad’s bruised and bloodied face and howls louder than any dog I’ve ever heard. “Did he do this?” she snarls at Bethamous, who’s now trembling all over.
To be fair, mum is quite terrifying at the moment. Although Bethamous healed all her injuries an hour ago, she’s still got several streaks of blood on her face and arms, and her tangled, dirt-ridden hair gives her the appearance of having lived underground for a year.
Ru sighs. “It’s alright, mum. Bethamous is only trying to heal him. He did the same for you, too
