"How are they?" The beastman asked Tristam.
"They…" the young knight parted the flap on the tent while thinking of a way to explain the current situation. "…haven't awakened yet."
The beastman paused and set his gaze on the Tristam. "W-what do you mean by that? W-what do you mean by…haven't awakened yet." His voice trembled as news unraveled.
He clenched his fist in frustration. He failed to protect them. He failed again the way he did that night.
"Beastman," Tristam placed his hand over his shoulder. "They should be alright." He faintly smiled.
The beastman glared at him, "Al-right? Fine? Y-you…" He walked hastily away from the knight.
As he took a step outside the tent, his body began to ache in protest. The jolting pain caused him to stagger and fall on the dusty graveled ground.
"Ser beast—" The young knight quickly tried to make him stand but he refused and shoved him away.