Chapter 117 - Extra - Isaa part VI (1/2)

After that we were on the road again the next morning. It may not seem like much time to stay in that kind of situation but for us every second dragged slowly, every breath taken filled with fear that it would be our last.

I stared at the boy's back that entire night.

The rattling of the carriage, the stomping of the horses, the chains, any high sound would make us jump, especially if there were voices in the mix.

All kids had watched what happened yesterday. All avoided me like the plague.

Could not blame them.

I look beside me to the almost invisible dark elf boy thrown in the corner, his face covered not only by the darkness but for the total lack of expression on his face, his breathing steady and calm, but since my eyes did not leave him for a second I still saw the sweat that coated his body beforehand, and I knew he wasn't doing as well as he wanted to portray.

”How can you do that?” How can you be so calm? I want to ask but caught myself before doing so, covering my mouth soon after as he only glances at me with his white eyes.

I wait for a reaction, but to be fair I guess he could do nothing more than stare at me now … I sulk even more with that line of thought.

I couldn't even apologize properly…no, how could I ever apologized properly for…for having him hurt and permanently mute? Nothing in the world to be enough to make up for that, even if it wasn't totally my fault… Plus now I was scared that if I went any further with my words I would only make things worse for us both.

At that an idea surges as I go to the edge of the cage and reach out, making him back off further into the darkness, but since my cage was right in the middle and this carriage wasn't big to begin with I manage to get close enough so my hand was inches away from his face.

At that a golden light starts to emanate from my hand, illuminating his face and the brief surprise expression that manages to move his frozen features.

The light crisscrossed into his mouth, mending the severed wound opened in a painfully hard-to-treat area, and I could feel that it had already started to go bad, the moist area acting against the closing of the wound.

I could only imagine how bad it was, how painful, and how deadly it would become without proper treatment.

”I-I'm sorry…” I whisper, holding the tears in; they would do me no good here, anywhere for that matter, and if he could be brave after what he being though I should at least be able to hold the tears in.

The elf looks at me, his jaw clenching, staring into my purple eyes. He reaches his hand out and I close my eyes, waiting for the hit that was sure to come and letting it come; I deserved it; only that I felt no pain, instead only a light touch on my head.

H-he was patting my head!

I look at him, surprised, watching his face as he turns it away, as if to hide it, and moves his hand stiffly on my hair, somewhat unable to meet my eyes.

W-was he trying to comfort me?

That makes me blush, and when I finish mending his wound I go back to my place at the back of the small cage, my eyes still on his figure.

Pity that I could not regrow limbs… or a tongue. I could only heal what was there, I could not create matter…

But soon after my mind goes back to the situation at hand as there were too many things to worry about at the same time, for example, where we were going, when we would finally reach there, what would be of us once we finally get there.

Not like I could ask these men, one kid cried for her parents and got a kick on the face.

No, not going to push my luck, they even gave me clean clothes to wear and let me clean up my face and arms; to sell better, for a higher price they said.

Who was I going to be sold to? If it was because of my power it would be better because I could only tremble with the possibility of being for my body.

But…For good or bad, in the end I did not need to worry about such details... because we never reached the end of the line.