As Ezra wandered through the estate back to Oberyn, it wasn't the Nephilim he encountered first - it was the Ferin.
Sprawled out on the floor on a fluffy carpet, Rav rolled onto his stomach and looked up at Ezra as he walked by.
"And where are you off to in such a hurry, hm?" the Sage smirked.
"You're looking better already, Rav!" Ezra said, his spirits high.
"Yes, well…" Rav grumbled. He wasn't feeling strong enough to get up off the floor, but he was happy to play off his incredible natural healing. "When you're a Sage like me, it doesn't matter if it's a fall from 1700 feet or even getting cut in half. I'm…ah, how do they say? Built different?"
Ezra rolled his eyes. "You do have some sort of expedited healing though, don't you? I've noticed the same thing with Ezra. With me too, honestly…"
"Yes, yes - none of the three of us are quite 'stock human' after all, are we? Though I fear I do look a bit better than I feel. Perhaps you could…cheer me up?"
"Cheer you up?"
