Chapter 135: The God of Fate, Part 1

Searing pain jabbed Hann in the side and spread like fiery arrows through her body. She tried to lift her hand, but it was as heavy as a cannon ball. Spicy smoke drifted past her nose. Hearing a sigh, she pried her eyelids apart just enough to see Cutter sitting beside her, but unable to keep them open, they closed again. Warmth spread through her, becalming her pain and bringing her comfort. Cutter must care for her in some small way or he wouldn't be keeping vigil by her bedsideor hammock side, it would seem, as she felt herself sway with the movement of the ship.

The door creaked open, followed by boot steps.

"Cap'n, good to see you," Cutter said.

Kent. Hann cringed.

"How is he doing?"

"Much better," Cutter whispered. "Shhe just needs his sleep. He should be up and about in a few days, but it might take a few weeks for a full recovery."

Did Cutter just nearly say she? Does he know? Hann's heart took up a rapid beat.