Damian descended the stony stairs of the ancient site, his steps deliberate as he made his way down. Toph was finally back on his feet, thanks to the potion of stamina and healing Damian had given him. He was good as new. Though not without tackling Damian in a flurry for a while before finally settling down.
Unwilling to rush back to the academy the same way they had come, Damian opted to take a wooden ferry to the front of the island. The serene sea, though accompanied by a biting cold wind, provided a refreshing change of scenery. Even Toph seemed to enjoy the short trip, bundled snugly in Damian's arms beneath his cloak.
'Is fear of heights common in elephants?' Damian wondered idly, his thoughts drifting.