"How are you feeling?"
"Good." Tipid kong sagot. I looked at him as he slowly sat on the chair beside my bed.
"The soldiers are fine. There are about a hundred who died during the war. Their bodies are brought back to Oregon to have a proper burial. And the children of Sicily are fine. There are wounded but they're recovering pretty well. There were captives from Sicily." Napatingin ako kay Ares and I smiled. I appreciate that he made an effort to report to me every detail I care about.
"What to do with those captives are is not mine to decide, Ares." He got my point.
"I'm proud of you." He kissed my bandaged fingers. I laughed.
"You're proud because I endured 13 stitches - wait, no. I endured only 12 because I passed out on the last one." It's his turn to laugh. Sometimes, I hate tho
