Chapitre 38: Finally, Food!

"Are you okay?" Samira asked as they both lay in the snow, gazing at the blue sky for almost twenty minutes since they killed the Bear.

"If 'okay' means having immense back pain after that stake pierced me, then yes, I'm okay," he mocked, while still watching the skies. "And you? How's your arm?"

"It's seen better days," she said, lightly chuckling. "You're quite skilled," she remarked, turning to him, who didn't meet her gaze, just allowed her to observe him. 'A man who puts his companion's safety before his own... I like that,' she thought.

"You say that, but you did most of the work," Strax commented, staring at her. "Why does a body cultivator use flames better than her muscles for fighting?" He questioned.