For the next two days after the snake attack, Lara remained in her room, recuperating in silence. The pain from her injuries had dulled, but bruises lingered beneath her skin, a reminder of the battle she had narrowly escaped. Each evening, she soaked in a medicinal bath infused with healing herbs, its warmth seeping into her battered body. The ointment Alaric had given her worked wonders, hastening the fading of the deep purple scattered across her skin.
On the third day, when she recovered her strength, though her body still ached, she could no longer afford to wait. She wanted to leave the plateau to reunite with her master, Reya, and Sandoz.
Alaric wanted her to stay for another day, but Lara, equally stubborn, refused. The prince sighed, recognizing the futility of arguing with her, and conceded.
"If you must go, then we go together," he said.