Christ blinked softly. His head was spinning as he suddenly remembered Anne's anger earlier. Quickly, he got up and looked around. Apparently, he was still in the same place, leaning against a tree with the help of conventional torch lighting.
Christ massaged his temples, trying to remember about the pond he found in a state where no one was there. Also, about the surroundings, which didn't look like an attack or rebellion.
"Are you awake?"
Christ looked down. He felt ashamed that he had let others down because of his own carelessness.
Clarissa approached, handing him bottled water. Also, a fresh salad without tantalizing dressing. Just some mint leaves, as well as some other fresh leaves to enjoy before being given medicine to relieve the headache.
"You want to tell me, don't you?"
