Syssoi awoke with the impression of feeling better. Or less badly, it depended on your point of view. He managed to move his limbs without suffering excruciating pain and found that his brow wound had healed. His regenerative abilities, therefore, worked well: a good point. He turned to the side to look at Kassian. He had moved. A little, but it was already a remarkable feat, given his previous state. The teenager was busy licking water from the floor with care. This done, he waited a moment before poking two fingers into his throat to force himself to vomit. Syssoi then realized that his friend had repeated this operation a good number of times, considering the puddles of bile which followed his short path. The vampire watched him closely and found his complexion less waxy and his eyes br
