For the next couple of hours, Pratt and Mae do as promised - help get my leg working. We do a few more assisted laps and after a bit of rest, I try moving on my own. I'm able to get around with very little pain, but occasionally I need a moment against the wall. But with each lap, the need for a break lessens, and I'm able to get by a little quicker.
The Healers said I was exceeding their expectations when they came to check on Qippert a little while ago, but they still ordered some rest. Even with my improvement, they're not fully convinced I should accompany the others on the trip to Nerwolix. But there's no way I'm getting left behind on this one.
Not a chance.
Following their suggestion for a little relaxation, I've been on the bed next to Qippert for only a few minutes. My eyes have just started to close when a knock sounds on the door. I sit up immediately, alert.
Sampson is in the room. "It's time."