Capítulo 338: In the Camp of the Last Light Company

The next week passed in a blur, with my waking moments far and in between. Every day or so, someone would gently shake me awake, taking great care not to jostle my wounds. It took all the strength I had to accept a few spoonfuls of hot broth before my eyes closed again and I slumped back to the bed. My eyes were too heavy to open, leaving those who ministered to me a mystery, but I was able to recognize Korra's tender touch much of the time. 

Every time I awoke brought me more strength and less pain. Just like last time, being inflicted with Sunpurge caused catastrophic damage to my soul, greatly reducing my natural healing and regeneration, but by the end of the sixth day, the throbbing had fallen to a dull ache. It was no worse than the wound on my shoulder, and likely wouldn't be getting any better from there.