"He's all healed up, but it'll probably be a little while before he wakes," Orelia said.
From her tone, Colin knew there was nothing to worry about.
Just as they were chatting, Aidan, lying on the bed, coughed a couple of times and quickly opened his eyes.
He sat up and stared confusedly at the Beast Hide blanket covering him. Seeing this, Aidan's sister quickly ran out to report the good news to her mother.
"Don't worry, your injuries have been healed," Colin said.
At his words, what little color had returned to Aidan's face instantly drained away, leaving it ashen.
"Don't tell me you used Divine Art?" His voice trembled a little.
Treatment at the Divine Hall usually isn't free. That's why most Low-tier Adventurers, if they get hurt in a fight, can only afford to use some herbal remedies at best.
Colin said with a grave expression, "White Frost's claws carried a Curse. We had to use up a Potion, so, about the fee..."
Aidan took a deep breath.
