章節 232: The drip

One night cycle later, Syryn felt an annoying itch along the outer parts of his arms. It was a maddening itch that disturbed his sleep. Scratching himself with abandon, the mage got out of the room and asked his guard to take him to a healer immediately. He was hoping that all this time spent in the water hadn't caused any irreversible changes or damage to his physiology. He especially worried about his skin because humans weren't meant to stay wet for long periods of time like he was doing.

"What's wrong?"

The healer he met with was a young mermaid. She had been among the few healers that had watched over Syryn for the first few days of his short coma.

"My arms are itchy. Really, really fucking itchy that I can't go back to sleep." Syryn showed her the reddened skin that had been abused by his scratching. Knowing that he shouldn't scratch himself hadn't stopped him from doing just that.