“Wait, was that… Oh, right, that was the jungle rift.” He frowned at the mention of that rift. They had rushed him to a hospital for healing so quickly after clearing that rift, he had almost forgotten about it. Or rather…forced it from his memory.
“Exactly. It’s only been with you for a few decades. But if you want to count the last time it was separated from you, then it’s been…a year? Two?”
“One and a half,” he grumbled in agreement while the wound scabbed over and bandaged by Liz. Once it was done, he pulled out a new pair of boots and socks. Liz took them and put them on for him despite his insistence that he could do it himself.
Aster came over and sniffed, but he could feel that she was worried for him through their bond.
Ruffling her fur, he said, “It’s fine. Just a toe or two.
