Chapter 115

My head kept pounding—harder and harder—until the pressure made me wince the next morning as I slowly woke up.

"You okay?" Dario’s voice broke through the haze.

I blinked, the sunlight filtering through the forest canopy making it worse. Why… why was he still here? Why did he care so much? Even Elior and Maera, the kind souls who took me in, hadn’t shown this much consistent concern. Not like him.