After the brief conversation with Fang Rui, Leo retreated back to the room where Taren was anxiously waiting for him to come back.
"Leo. How are you? Is the sickness gone? What's wrong? Why's your shoulder so slumped? Talk to me, Leo. Talk to me."
Leo rolled his eyes and slumped on his bed. "I'm fine, Taren. In fact, I'm feeling better."
Taren's questions were getting to be too much, so he decided to tell him that to calm him down. He couldn't blame him, though. Taren had been taking care of him right from when Jean rescued him as an infant from the Shadow Assassin.
He didn't lie, though. He was feeling better after the discussion. Maybe he was just anxious about his loved ones' whereabouts, and after finding out they were safe, he felt a bit relieved.
Taren slumped on the bed beside him and sighed with relief. "I'm glad."
Leo turned his face to him and grinned. As soon as Taren saw his friend's expression, he frowned.
"NO!" he yelled to Leo's face and stood up.
